Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2112: Chapter 2107: Rielertin

They lost.

Although Fu Qian spoke domineeringly, the Witch clearly could sense the danger within.

Very few Superior Beings would sit idle; it means this is a deadly trap that even a true ancient Deity could not break through.

"Wearing the Divine Skin is indeed a very special Transcendent symbol, aligning with what I feel."

In her contemplation, she quickly gave her evaluation.

"A perfect replica, like a steel moon that can emit light, clearly different from the most direct perception, yet possessing all the qualities of this Divine Position.

"Like a hundred and twenty percent of the Abandonment King, you are not only defined by this Divine Skin but also by the concept of ’wearing’ it, though I’m not sure if this is the direct cause for the disappearance of Extraordinary Perception."

More tyrannical than the Tyrant?

"Actually, I also have a similar perception, a replica more authentic than the original."

The Witch’s explanation was vivid and direct, making Fu Qian sigh lightly.

There’s a rather counter-intuitive situation among many Superior Beings; it’s actually the Witch who understands her own situation the most.

Since the first contact was established, she has witnessed every step of the Transcendent path.

And the evaluation given at this moment naturally matches her own thoughts.

Though the Abandonment King gains the Divine Skin through the Pseudo-God, what she has done does indeed seem excessively accomplished.

Originally just wearing a skin, it ended up receiving inheritance, forming a complete mechanical reset version.

Too much overachievement, even the most conservative estimate might consider this a deviation?

Destined to never find the Transcendent path for life?

"But everything should be viewed in a positive light."

Yet, after long companionship, the Witch too has adopted the Knight’s optimistic spirit, showing a smile in the next moment.

"Even if a solution can’t be found immediately, at least your state is rather stable, as long as you’re willing to tolerate this, you are undoubtedly a Superior Being.

"The power is bona fide, even I wouldn’t want to confront you head-on."

...

"That ’Dark Moon’ also thinks the same way."

Faced with the Witch’s high praise, Fu Qian naturally recalled the King Slayer battle, where the fourth person remained absent throughout.

"Oh? What abilities did they exhibit then?"

The Knight mentioned it again, and the Witch did not conceal her curiosity.

"Stealth, knowing they were around, but from start to finish, I couldn’t distinctly capture them."

Not being able to behold the dignity of that individual is always a matter of regret for Fu Qian.

"Oh? Like this?"

The Witch blinked at these words, next moment disappearing slowly from her spot.

"Yes, just like this."

No trace remained beside, as if about to independently shoulder the fare.

Fu Qian was not worried, casually confirming into the air.

It’s not just herself being more tyrannical than the Tyrant; the Witch’s control over the Dark Moon authority is quite precise.

Wanting to deceive her eyes isn’t as simple as mere invisibility.

Relying on the Calamity Authority, once locked on, even switching to Stealth State cannot entirely sever abstract connections.

Yet at this moment, the "vision" of the Witch’s traces are truly negligible, making her unable to continue accumulating Calamity.

Indeed similar to the means used by Dark Moon, seemingly proving their caution to some extent.

Possessing such means but leaving directly, unwilling to reveal presence or exert output.

"Seems I’m quite intact still."

As Fu Qian finished speaking, the Witch reappeared at the same position.

Sighing slightly, she clearly does not worry that speaking like this would upset her Knight.

"In fact, from the moment self-consciousness arose, these abilities and having a ’mother’ were inherently accompanied, I myself do not comprehend the antecedents."

Even Versailles continued in the next moment.

"Always look on the bright side, perhaps this time there’ll be a chance to help you revise your genealogy."

Not feeling offended in the least, Fu Qian quickly displayed her optimism.

"Makes sense—we’re here."

The Witch unexpectedly imagined the scene, then spoke to remind.

...

"Quieter than expected."

The carriage almost halted in response, and the door opened automatically.

This time, Fu Qian was the first to step out of the cold-exuding carriage.

As the door behind closed again, taking in the surroundings, he quickly spoke to the Witch beside.

The destination turned out to be a familiar place.

Classically constructed, eye-catching yet somewhat illusive.

This was the location of the last task here, the residence of the Fallen Star Clan and the agents of the Gods—Nightmare Leytin.

Originally used as an invasion channel, in fact, during the world’s end, it became a sanctuary for many wills.

And the carriage heading here was somewhat anticipated and reasonable.

Among other nightmares, this one was distinctly the most massive, practically the Inner World of Leytin.

Unless shattered under the impact of legal collapse, probably hold a place in the collective.

Of course, the agent brothers truly shattered.

"Perhaps due to innate repulsion for the starry sky? Relevant faith traces thoroughly erased."

It’s truly the Witch’s first time inside, quickly grasping the essentials.

"Indeed, the exterior West District Church location here is even directly a lake, under which my old friends built a base."

Agreeing with the Witch’s view, Fu Qian quickly recalled Leytin’s layout.

"So should we check on their status?"

Having previously discussed the situation of the Fallen Star Clan, the Witch even knew the names of Xia and others, confirming Fu Qian’s opinion for the moment.

"No rush, we seem quite far away from them, besides, they actually have quite a strong dull sense, whereas the other group is more sensitive."

Fu Qian implied there’s no need for immediate rush, recalling interactions with Lady Raven-led Awakening Organization during the last task—oh?

At a certain moment, Fu Qian’s gaze fell into the distance.

Already at night, the street was undoubtedly desolate, yet a figure steadily approached, effortlessly drawing attention with special manner.

Even the face too.

Observing the somewhat frail female visage, Fu Qian swiftly searched through memory.

Certainly not Lady Raven, yet could be considered member of Awakening Organization—Esther?

The one originally imprisoned in the adjacent cell, recognized as a special case by the Awakening Organization, a newcomer.