Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2226: Chapter 2221: King of Crucifixion (11)

The Night Watchman seemed unwilling to break the tranquility of this place.

Although the previous summary sounded a bit like a strategy for spiritual victory.

But the clash of momentum is just like that, only the parties involved can perceive its subtleties.

This time, it was Lady Corin who couldn’t resist making the first move after a long deliberation.

In fact, this move was rather subtle in style, far from the usually assertive stance of the Night Watchman, leading Fu Qian to easily draw the above conclusion.

Perhaps at first glance it seemed clever and ruthless, treating oneself as a tool while exerting pressure.

But don’t forget that this stance actually doesn’t require further proof, it’s undoubtedly problematic.

According to the experience of a professional action consultant, it might have already exceeded the Night Watchman’s execution standards.

Normally, by this time, there’s no mood left for any arguments, likely already prepared for physical destruction.

Perhaps some would say Corin isn’t a hothead, but that doesn’t contradict this point at all.

Based on previous encounters, Fu Qian believes that if not for the factors of public display, regardless of whether Corin acted alone or made some alliance with the Native Council, it was almost impossible for her to expose herself so boldly.

Therefore, to summarize, Corin is most likely acting along with the Night Watchman’s experts, and this team, due to certain considerations, is far less aggressive than usual.

So, what are these considerations? Not wanting to break the barrier.

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As long as the previous assumptions hold true, this question becomes indeed simple.

If this place truly resembles Akons’ location, then it’s also the barrier between the Burial Ground of Gods and the Human Soul World.

Such an important junction, the probability of the Night Watchman being unaware is clearly very small.

Not to mention, judging from the number of people inside, it’s hard to say when the "Great Royal Court" appeared, but the scale is evidently considerable.

Being cold-blooded, without considering the mental state of those trapped inside, it’s even constantly thickening the barrier.

Thus, it seems the Night Watchman has fallen into a moral dilemma.

Namely, whether to take the risk of the barrier collapsing, destroy this place, and liberate these numerous wandering souls?

Fu Qian leans towards the answer being no, those people have never been the merciful kind.

Therefore, the logic seems even smoother.

Although this simultaneously gives birth to another problem—what are they here for?

Such a thriving location, regular inspections?

Frankly, given Corin’s political lineage, Fu Qian considers the probability of her participating in such activities relatively low.

The Night Watchman should have come with a specific purpose, and coincidentally, the Native Council also arrived—

"Blasphemy—"

The fanatic’s patience was clearly more unbearable than Lady Corin’s, and in the midst of pondering, had already rushed to the front.

...

It’s said that when people are described as very angry, it’s said the veins on their necks pop out.

At this moment, Fu Qian clearly observed this directly.

Looking at the male office worker approaching step by step, holding a sharp blade, and even those inspired by his words following after, Fu Qian thought that if the biology class back then had such clear model displays, everyone’s grades would have been a lot better.

Of course, it seemed if no action was taken soon, the male office worker would soon sculpt something on his own neck.

This is the characteristic of a duel among professionals, never think you can snatch all the advantages.

Just now, Lady Corin slightly lost the upper hand, which didn’t prevent herself from now receiving the move—Gospel Blast.

Although the three were unlikely to cause any harm, Fu Qian still didn’t remain seated and idle.

Acting in accordance with one’s persona, doing so would simply be too deliberate, just like the Needle Witch ending up inferior.

Desecrating divine grace, is it? Interfering with enlightenment, is it?

One should bear the consequences of their own actions, so let this seat enlighten you.

At that moment, carefully adjusting the power, a silent Gospel Blast directly rushed into the male office worker’s brain.

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Although the dosage had been cut to its utmost, the fanatic’s physique was still somewhat limited compared to ordinary people.

Under the Gospel’s sonic infusion, the familiar scene immediately replayed.

The male office worker’s steps halted, his gaze froze, and there was no further movement.

Except for the neck he locked his gaze on being different, it was almost identical to when divine grace was considered desecrated before.

So what did this person witness at this moment?

The effect of the Gospel Blast is to enlighten spirituality, enhancing madness.

Considering the connection between the people here and the Lonely King, what might be seen when spirituality receives enlightenment indeed piques curiosity.

Uh—

And unsurprisingly, the two who didn’t have the fortune to hear the Gospel once again were influenced by the male office worker’s actions, stopping their steps.

It was clear that this back-and-forth put considerable pressure on the two’s cerebral blood vessels, making them feel somewhat at a loss.

Roar—

However, this serenity didn’t last too long, as a roar soon emerged from the male office worker’s throat again.

And this time, although not as high-pitched, the emotions were evidently much richer.

Apart from rage and resentment, there was also a kind of jubilant liberation, as if genuinely gaining something from the Gospel—scritch!

Yet another bizarre sound effect, though this time it didn’t come from the mouth.

With a wave of distortion and trembling, at that moment, his neck seemed to finally blossom like a bud.

The sleeveless short shirt, constantly evaluated as ready to burst open, actually split open at that moment, along with the chest beneath it.

Even amidst the splash of flesh and blood, white powder also expanded dramatically, collectively creating an epiphany storm, engulfing Fu Qian’s figure.

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That’s what I’m saying, the Night Watchman high-ups won’t be confined by moral dilemmas.

Not only was the visual effect astounding, but at that moment Fu Qian even felt the excitement of leeches on the back of his hand.

The male office worker, no longer resembling a human form, seemed to have gained something in terms of belief, and conveyed it to himself.

Thank you.

Although theoretically, he was the driving force of this change, Fu Qian nonetheless felt grateful at that moment.

How could there be such a coincidental thing?

The enlightenment randomly yields good results, and then these results coincidentally assist himself, advancing further towards the tool man?

Fu Qian glanced down at his feet.

The male office worker was far from dead, certain human tissues were remarkably active, wrapping around one of his legs.

Though Fu Qian similarly wouldn’t have moral dilemmas, he also wouldn’t rashly attribute this masterpiece entirely to his own achievements.

The transformation of such a form feels even more characteristic of the Needle Witch.

Lady Corin chose to exert pressure once more, and then it’s my turn.

With the moment the "chains" tightened around the leg, the magnificent golden flame blazed forth, equally sweeping the surroundings—Fire of Madness.

Indeed, Fu Qian directly displayed this Tyrant’s authority.

The reason is simple, Lady Corin’s methods may be enigmatic and unpredictable, but fundamentally unchanged...maybe I already know why you came.