Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2271 Being Cut Apart and Disliked
The shade was lush yet scorching; the raindrops seemed like thick lava, yet after landing, they rippled like smoke.

Just moments before, there was no response, and Fu Qian was deeply moved by the audience's support.

The commotion that occurred inevitably brings to mind the broken door from earlier.

The same color scheme, the same restlessness, Lord Damienmoor looks low-key, but he actually goes for a subtly flamboyant style.

That's right, who else could have caused this commotion? It's obviously Demanmore who was quickly cut up.

Furthermore, although the prisoners' authority all seemed somewhat sinister, it was Lord Damienmoor who stood out the most.

The drop of fire rain not only splattered everywhere the moment it hit the ground, but it also kept "screaming".

Pain, hatred, chaos... it seems that all the negative words can be used to describe it.

That moment, the mere noise seemed capable of causing spiritual pollution.

And the commotion is still growing.

Since it's rain, how could there only be one drop?

It is clearly visible in the field of vision that the small chapel with its dome is completely unobstructed.

As if falling from another dimension, smoldering raindrops appeared out of nowhere, evenly covering every corner of the church, including the stone sculptures of the first Dark Moon.

Unlike ordinary rain, the raindrops that shatter on it instantly transform into sparks, leaving traces of burning.

Even the stones were ignited, and the holes left by the raindrops grew larger and larger, spreading outwards.

Even the stone carvings are relatively resistant; the rest of the church is even more extreme.

Fu Qian watched in disbelief as a hole suddenly appeared on the stone slab beneath his feet.

The mental pollution generated during the combustion process is amplified exponentially.

Even someone as insensitive as him could feel a slight mental shock.

Furthermore, it can be seen that the hollow underfoot is truly "empty".

What was revealed after the fire was not soil and rocks, but a fog-like void.

It was as if this little church was originally a place of wandering and rootlessness.

……

His Excellency Demanmore is very angry, and the consequences will be severe.

In an instant, it was riddled with holes, as if this place of refuge would collapse and disappear at any moment.

At that moment, Fu Qian seemed to sense the anger from the source of this power, and even deeply understood it.

Anger is justified; even if the alliance is fragile, being decisively betrayed is still very painful.

As the witch just said, the prisoners have silently set up numerous barriers against this Dark Moon retreat.

Having suffered losses earlier, they were determined to ensure that neither of them would return alive.

Given the special "parasitic" state, it was not surprising that Demanmore, as the host, was decisively cut off to avoid leaving any loopholes.

The person in question is currently in a situation similar to a researcher who has been bitten by a zombie and has been locked up in a laboratory.

In this situation, it's not surprising that he would vent his anger on his former teammates.

Indeed, Demmoir's anger was directed at the prisoners, not at himself and his companion—this was Fu Qian's assessment.

One particularly obvious reason is that the rain was even avoiding him and the witch.

Not only do you not need to deliberately dodge, but you can even find yourself and the witch in the area around you, which is one of the more intact parts of the entire church.

As for why?

It's simple. If you were locked in a zombie cage, how would you save yourself?

Lord Demenmore's action was not merely an emotional outburst, but a signal to himself and his companion that it was time to act. Destroying the chapel was akin to opening the safety door of the experiment and releasing the corpses back into the wild.

Ideally, both sides should fight each other, allowing you to reap the benefits and find an opportunity to strike.

Even the attitudes of both sides are unimportant during this process. Even if the zombies don't want to move, they have nowhere to hide and the next step is to fall into a nightmare. If they don't do something, they will definitely be put on the defensive.

The prisoners, who were on high alert, were even less likely to gamble that the zombies would not move.

In short, as he and the witch made their way through, Lord Damienmoor, who had been corrupted, was decisively abandoned.

The person involved did not hesitate to overturn the table, thus breaking the prisoners' plan to make a fortune in silence.

After all, given His situation, there was honestly little hope for Him to continue on a normal path.

Even if he and the witch were successfully trapped here, and He wasn't killed in the process, the chances of escaping would be extremely slim. The winner would be one of the four outside.

While friendship forged in adversity is precious, the success of a brother brings even more pain.

So as the chapel collapsed, one could even see doors faintly appearing and disappearing in the illusory mist.

Red, silver, black, orange... at first glance, they looked familiar; they were the other four prisoners.

Even with just one door, you still subconsciously feel that you can go through it and have a good chat with the person behind it.

Given the cross-shareholding situation among these individuals, it's impossible to separate them so clearly.

At that moment, Fu Qian shook his head inwardly.

Mr. Demanmore not only released the zombies, but even opened the door to his former colleague's office.

"found it."

At that moment, the witch even spoke up suddenly, seemingly having already gained something.

……

Oh?
Even though it was only the beginning, the Pope had already achieved results?

Even Lord Damien Moore seemed surprised by this efficiency, and the fire rain slowed down a bit.

However, upon closer inspection, it became clear that the witch hadn't even glanced at those doors.

Instead, the stone sculpture of the first Dark Moon, which was already riddled with holes, shone with a breathtaking brilliance at that moment.

Within the radiance, a tiny object appeared in the void.

This... Little Nigellia?
Fu Qian could see clearly that what was suspended in mid-air, seemingly existing in the infinite distance, was a small doll sitting in a chair.

Her attire and demeanor were nine-tenths similar to those of a witch, and her eyebrows and eyes were also very delicate.

The biggest difference is that, unlike the witch whose body has not fully recovered, it has two long wings hanging down its back.

At the same time, a blood-red ribbon appeared on the hat.

It's always good to do more preparation work. While I was coming in to check the situation, the witch was clearly not idle either.

"Found" does not mean that the target has been discovered and is ready to be destroyed. No matter how much Lord Damienmoor tries to help, the witch is actually ignoring him.

The latter has been doing one thing: trying to use an anchor point left in that apocalypse to forcibly break through the blockade.

Just like the bloody handprint that materialized when I asked her for help.

As for the disliked Mr. Demmonmore?

To be honest, Fu Qian believed in His desire for revenge, but he also believed that the prisoners would not have been unaware of it.

Not only was he decisively cut off, but Demmoor's act of revenge may well have been part of the prisoners' plan.

"Well done."

Facing the witch who was looking over, Fu Qian praised her while extending his hand.