Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2259 Rusty Soldiers (Thanks to Wu Ai Tian Liu for the generous donation)

"So you really didn't consider the consequences of failure?"

The witch was no different; bathed in moonlight, she kept walking, step by step, deeper into the dream.

Ironically, the lobbyist, who had initially seemed determined to remain calm, ultimately couldn't maintain his composure in this situation.

However, despite his incredulous question, seemingly intimidated by the two men behind him, he did not slack off or stop.

At the same time, it was obvious that, just like before, he had carefully grasped all of the analysis of the severity of the situation by the two people in front of him.

"Of course I've considered it. I thought you'd be really looking forward to that scene."

How could such a question possibly trouble the Pope? Fu Qian immediately smiled and chatted with his old friend.

The consequences of failure are certainly not good.

It's alright for them to be concerned, but the witch is undoubtedly the prisoner's carefully planned target. They can't even rule out the possibility that the dark moon in the corridor was bait they released.

If someone becomes truly trapped in the dream and cannot escape, the Darkmoon Pope will be forced to become a pillar of the Nightmare Corridor, and the probability of him having to work here in the future is quite high.

Furthermore, don't think it's stupid for the lobbyist to ask this question. The prisoners behind it should all have the same question: what is the limit for a witch?

In such a head-on confrontation, it is essential to figure out some key cards in the deck.

They probably had some doubts about whether the witch was truly fearless, after all, being imprisoned here as a prisoner was no pleasant experience.

If the opponent is psychologically preoccupied with gains and losses, they are more likely to create more opportunities for exploitation.

"Of course I'd like to... Are you sure I should open the door?"

Despite having accumulated a wealth of experience in dealing with setbacks, the lobbyist ultimately seemed unwilling to be completely suppressed, gritting his teeth and expressing his genuine enjoyment of watching the spectacle unfold.

Not only that, the next moment he even took action, stopping in his tracks and presenting the two big shots with a choice.

Oh? This door is getting more and more unique.

Fu Qian, who had stopped with him, looked at yet another gate belonging to Lord Araqir and couldn't help but sigh.

……

The dreamscape shrouded in moonlight was even more enchanting and dreamlike than the layer above.

At first glance, it still looks like the same layout, but the white cloth curtains with rust stains easily give it the feel of a paper villa.

Not only does it stretch endlessly along the way, but upon closer inspection, one can even see that behind the white cloth lies nothing but emptiness and no support whatsoever.

Of course, it's not just this overwhelmingly ethereal visual impact.

Just as the lobbyist was asking his question, the mixed melody that had been mentioned earlier suddenly became clear.

The clarity was so high that it could be seen directly with the naked eye—

What appeared to be merely dirty rust marks exuded an extremely fierce aura at that moment, spreading into different shapes and even extending beyond the curtains.

Ding!
With a crisp sound, Fu Qian casually flicked away an attack that had pierced right in front of him.

Yes, a murder weapon was indeed found.

Not only can you see the thick blade, but even the rust spots on it match the style of the white cloth.

Although they were thrown away, these things suddenly dissipated and returned to the thick fog.

The rust stains on the corresponding white cloth also trembled.

Today, it's easy to think of the legendary shadow puppetry.

The murder weapon, like the bull-headed woman mentioned earlier, came from the mist and returned to the mist.

And this process is all projected by those rust marks.

Furthermore, although it crumbles upon contact, its power is quite formidable. Fu Qian's previous "Lingxi Finger" was indeed impressive, but it felt as if it had struck a mountain, and one could even see a trace of rust left on his finger.

And just like the marks on the white cloth, those marks were also moving, and they were not simple cracks or anything like that; one could almost see the style of shadow puppetry in them.

For example, even though the murder weapon is broken, the rusty trajectory still makes it seem as if a long knife has slashed at you—and then the damage actually happens.

……

Magic.

Although there were no visible marks on the surface, Fu Qian could clearly feel the damage to his fingers and even the inside of his palm, as if a sharp weapon had truly slashed through them.

Of course, for me, it wasn't a serious injury.

The problem here is that the longsword doesn't just make one cut.

The rust marks on his hands were still changing, and the attacks seemed endless—then the white cloth was even more exaggerated, with more attacks constantly appearing through the mist.

At that moment, it was as if three hundred warriors stood before me, and all eighteen kinds of weapons were unleashed in a burst of power.

The reason why the door in front of us is becoming more and more unique is because not only has rust spread to the reddish-brown door, but there are even marks of being hacked and chopped.

The shocking scars of war are rapidly increasing with an abstract efficiency.

Combined with the moonlight reflecting off the photograph, an aura of killing intent instantly filled the entire corridor—Ding!

However, Fu Qian's second "Lingxi Finger" seemed to lose a little of its crispness at that moment.

The reason for this was that the spear that was thrusting at them this time seemed to be moving much slower.

As for why it slowed down, Fu Qian said he could easily notice that the moonlight reflected on the white cloth at that moment seemed to become even brighter, as if it were real.

Beneath a hint of dark blue, it still shimmered like silver—or perhaps it was snow.

Like walking in the snow at night, the rust on the white cloth was made even more eerie, and the movement became noticeably slower, as if it was difficult to pull one's feet out of the snow.

This is clearly why the attack has become sluggish, and this sluggishness is even worsening.

"continue."

As a horde of swords, spears, and halberds, moving at a snail's pace, attempted to attack, the witch beside her gave a brief instruction in a completely unwavering tone.

……

Who else could it be but the Pope, mighty sir!

It can only be said that it truly lives up to its reputation as the symbol of the Dark Moon, making an interesting response in the blink of an eye.

The moonlight, which originally symbolized the goal of this journey, was quietly taken and used by the witch.

The power seeped into it, directly freezing this unusual scar of war.

Although the specific method may seem absurd at first glance, almost like being restricted by applying a little color, it makes perfect sense upon closer examination.

Don't forget that I, the Pope, am a great artist. So what's so strange about me engaging in this kind of artistic confrontation so easily?

"Heh... I should perhaps thank the trust?"

Although they didn't understand the artistic background behind it, it was clear that the speaker fully grasped the domineering nature of the story.

Those swords, spears, and halberds were clearly targeted, and never intended to be aimed at him.

Amidst the low laughter, the lobbyist indeed answered the call and stepped forward, opening yet another door.

"Or should we all be thanking them?"

But just as the door opened, another voice spoke from behind it, speaking along with him.

Thank you to reader "雾霭天流" for the generous donation. Thank you everyone for your support. I'll be posting one chapter now, and the next chapter will most likely be tomorrow morning.