Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1745 Bitter Fruit (Thirty-four)

  what?

Fu Qian was naturally watching Dr. Dorian's trump card the whole time, the new tool who was placed with high hopes.

However, until it was completely motionless, and a bunch of insects were flying in and out of its mouth and nose, still nothing miraculous happened.

Even the latter's flesh and blood were being rapidly assimilated, strengthening the insect stream and continuing to flow wildly around.

What I said before was wrong. Compared to Ms. Sarah, this thing is more suitable for studying fluid mechanics.

Those who are chosen to join the church are indeed no ordinary people.

It seems that the man in the felt hat has the strongest desire to survive, and he can easily change his beliefs. It turns out that there is an extraordinary power behind him.

Without the protection of Lord Akons, Lengshan Town really feels like a place where demons are rampant.

Although the form does not look that advanced, from his extraordinary perspective, Fu Qian is quite clear that the torrent released by himself represents a rather unkind flesh and blood pollution.

I am immune to the distortion effect after wearing the divine skin, so it may be unable to do anything about it, but the demons don't seem to be forming a united front.

After the long-haired man who was suspected to be from another place fell to the ground, the remaining two people were quickly locked down.

It seems like the insect stream is not going to let anyone go.

"Get out of here!"

Under this direct threat, Brother Bowed Head finally couldn't maintain his pessimistic look. He jumped up and picked up the chair to try to smash the bug.

puff--

He even did smash a few.

It seemed that it was recognized by the Holy Sword and had gained some power.

The moment the chair in Brother Hangtou's hand fell to the ground, it was shattered along with the surrounding insects and even the ground, turning into a pile of paste.

But after all, he didn't hold a real holy sword in his hand, so the movement of the insect stream was only slightly affected and they quickly continued to move forward.

It even seems that even if there is a holy sword, it will be of no use.

It was as if it was a recoil impact. His two hands were deformed to the point where it hurt to look at their bones. He could no longer hold anything and could only use his legs to run away desperately.

"Please guide us!"

Just when the insect stream was about to grow stronger again, a familiar and somewhat trembling voice sounded in time. It was from the old lady in the corner.

As the person farthest from the statue of Akons in the entire church, she undoubtedly had the most chances of escape.

However, she did not seem to be prepared to hide in the darkness alone, even though the potion in her hand had already been opened.

The next moment, the symbol of grace with a hint of fluorescence was thrown directly into the air by her.

……

Obviously different from its previous usage, theoretically the potion should only be a detection tool.

However, under the illumination of the candlelight, the little remaining liquid actually dissipated directly into the air as a cloud of water mist.

Even the water mist seemed alive. It rolled and expanded in the air, and soon seemed to have discovered its prey, rushing towards the stream of insects on the ground.

The moisture is gentle and silent, but one can almost hear the wailing.

The moment of contact, the movement of the insect stream became sluggish, and it seemed as if the mist that was constantly condensing on it was even making it lose its color quickly and become as crystal clear as water.

By the end, they could no longer maintain even the final outline, and completely dissolved into a mass, losing their vitality.

This gift of medicine actually miraculously eliminated the pollution.

From the eyes of the panting brother who ran to the old lady's side, it can be seen that on the one hand, he was not so calm in the face of death, and on the other hand, he could not understand why he was saved in this way. Although Fu Qian could still understand it to a certain extent.

When the old lady shouted that sentence and before pouring the potion, although she had been praying silently, it was not difficult for her to master some of the lip movements.

Fu Qian was very sure that the last name she silently recited was a name.

It's just not certain that it's Akons, but it's more like "Skonge" in my inference.

  Would that kind of existence also change its name? Or was it simply called wrong before?

The reason why the old lady has the gift potion that no one else has is because she is the only one who knows the real name?

  The object of her faith only responded to her at a certain moment?

I have to say that this place really brings up many interesting questions.

"Thank you."

Of course, now is not the time to study theology quietly. Fu Qian nodded slightly at the old lady and thanked her for her help immediately.

Although she didn't pose much of a threat, there was no doubt that she was the main target of the insects, so the old lady's behavior undoubtedly helped save her energy.

The next moment, without waiting for the other party's response, Fu Qian turned around and left, passing through the door he had walked through more than once into the darkness.

……

As expected, Dorian's control over his tools was still not as good as his own.

Although there was chaos in the church, he obviously could not drive everyone to attack him together.

The troubles encountered after coming up there were not even as great as those encountered by Sarah alone.

Perhaps it has something to do with the special form of puppets. In order to reflect the abilities of the original characters, they need to be given a certain degree of freedom.

As for why he suddenly left the church, it was certainly not because he felt that Dorian had no work left and was planning to follow the method he used last time and stay in the dark for a while before leaving.

Since the doctor prescribed the medicine, it must be meaningful.

This time when he entered the dream, Fu Qian did not hesitate to show his lethality.

He believed that based on his performance so far, Dorian would be very clear that as long as he successfully escaped from the dream, the only fate waiting for him was death.

So in this situation, Fu Qian didn't think he would have the leisure to do anything boring.

For example, the extra person who is suspected to be a foreigner could not have been there just to make up the numbers.

In fact, the moment he saw that frightened look, Fu Qian had a vague guess as to what the purpose of that newcomer's appearance here was -

Stab it!

Actually there is no sound, this was dubbed by Fu Qian.

Because at that moment, something passed through his chest, cutting the flesh there, and even splitting the heart that had just been stuffed in into two.

And the miraculous thing was that with all these changes, all the feelings that should have been associated with it, including the pain, seemed to leave along with the spurting blood.

It was a far more wonderful feeling than watching yourself being cut under local anesthesia.

As for who brought this feeling, it seems easy to guess - the "it" that cannot be named.

After many unsuccessful attempts to find him, I finally had the good fortune to meet him here.

And he was only a few steps away from the church.

This is undoubtedly in stark contrast to the last time when Sarah shouted all the way but still didn't let herself see "it".

And this should be the significance of the extra fourth person.

The intense fear and certain traits allowed him to make the horror in the dark come true without his cooperation, making it impossible for him to stay outside.