Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2400 The Prophet is Dead (Part 6)

The lord has already left.

Decisive people are decisive in everything they do, such as the continuous attacks without wasting a single expression earlier, and the decisive escape now.

Fu Qian was quite certain that the change that occurred when the lord stood still when the meteor fell was not simply a matter of concealment.

That was a state transformation similar to the previous sneak attack, enough to allow him to enter the fray and confuse himself into remaining within the attack range without suffering any damage.

I've actually done similar things before, like bloody conquests, which is a more advanced version.

It's a pity that I can neither bring the ring in nor use it now.

In short, the lord was not only decisive, but also fully prepared, just waiting for the ultimate move to land before cleaning up the battlefield and finishing off the remaining enemies.

Unfortunately, after witnessing the effects of the ultimate move, he clearly realized the futility and meaninglessness of life, and left in a manner comparable to entering a monastery.

There was no need to be so nervous, as Fu Qian had never intended to keep him in the first place.

Regardless of whether they are sociable or not, judging from Ballard's previous statements, the lords always have some like-minded individuals.

Surely there are some ways to help spread the fame of the Great Fortune King.

……

Something's not right with this mission.

It's not that there are too many abnormalities, but that it's too normal.

Yes, although "the prophet is dead," in Fuzen's view, the current Unseen Hill is still far from enough to warrant the warehouse's further trouble.

There were no natural disasters or calamities, and there were no traces of the previous "flames." Everything even seemed to be developing towards the "wonderful new era" envisioned after the last mission ended.

Souls escaped their fate of ashes and were given infinite possibilities.

In this situation, the power of the prophet should not be of much use, except that the direct death threshold is a bit higher.

Most importantly, what am I here for?

The warehouse didn't even fulfill its duty to provide timely assistance in this matter.

In addition to previous mission experience, one of the lessons learned is that staying in a place for too long can easily lead to assimilation.

Ultimately, in Fu Qian's view, taking things slowly was no longer a good option; this time, it might be better to make a high-profile comeback.

One lord has already helped with the publicity here, as for the other side—

"If you don't mind, hurry up and let's get out of here first."

He gave a reminder to the thing wrapped around him, then looked up and surveyed his surroundings.

The commotion just now was indeed a bit too much. After the dust settled, the number of onlookers in the distance had increased significantly.

“Great, then I’ll choose a place.”

As he observed, Fu Qian clearly felt that the black fluid had tightened around his body even more, and there was no part of it still alive on the ground, which was a response to his earlier suggestion, although the pungent smell was therefore even stronger.

Without wasting any time, he quickly retracted the tentacles above his head.

When it finally converges to a single point, the area below is already empty.

……

"Are you satisfied here? I think you might prefer some quieter surroundings."

Not long after, Fu Qian sat down and called out again to confirm the passenger's opinion.

The seats are soft and the view is expansive; this place would obviously be a nice spot during the day.

Even if the lights are off right now, it's still secluded without feeling too cramped.

For a player who might need emotional reassurance, Fu Qian thought it was a good option. "How about this place? We should still have some time. Tell me what comes to mind after you've calmed down."

Having received no objections, I was very satisfied with the payment and leaned back comfortably in my chair, gently tapping my hand on the table.

Because of the layer of black fluid covering it, almost half of his body was now covered in black leather, and this arm was no exception.

It's a pity, the crab cakes I had here last time were pretty good, but unfortunately everyone was off work.

That's right, this is actually an old place.

The shop I visited twice during the mission, the place where I first met Ballard and Akasha.

I found this place without much effort.

And what they saw along the way confirmed their earlier guesses once again: there were no shocking signs of destruction, and the Hill of the Unseen looked exactly the same as before.

You can even tell from the lingering smell that the store is still operating well.

As for why I would still make a special trip here even though I knew it was past lunchtime—

"Who are you……"

Not long after, in the quiet darkness, Fu Qian actually heard a voice.

Although his voice was low and hoarse, unlike that of a human, and the questions he asked were not very informative.

"who are you?"

But it's okay, it's already a huge step forward.

After a moment, Fu Qian patiently asked a question in return, offering a little guidance.

"I'm……"

The speaker didn't seem particularly unruly and accepted the guidance almost immediately.

The hoarse voice that came from its chest again indicated that it had fallen into deep thought.

“I remember now, I’m not a monster, my name is… Catherine.”

After another period of patient waiting, it finally woke up as if from a dream.

……

Or perhaps it should be called "she".

That's right. In addition to the nice environment and good food, and the nostalgic atmosphere, choosing this place before payment also has another expected effect: to help the passengers on board have a nostalgic experience.

There was a reason why the lord was allowed to leave so easily; the lord wasn't quite sure what the item on his person was, while the lord himself was somewhat certain.

Catherine, a mid-level transcendent, is a blood slave of Akasha, the Spider Silk Queen. She was imprisoned in this restaurant as a waitress so that she would taste better when being served.

In the fabricated history, he once ordered food for himself and even performed a live demonstration of swallowing a person whole.

Its original form was a black fluid with gleaming white teeth.

Indeed, there are many similar sights in the Hill of Unseen, such as the liquid that sprays out of the clown's body after he falls to the ground, and the sage in the lake that looks like a large tongue.

But don't forget to observe, smell, ask questions, and feel the pulse; combined with that special smell, your judgment will be more indicative.

So, almost as soon as the midnight carriage began to be swallowed up, Fu Qian had already guessed its origins, and even why it had turned out this way.

Judging from Akasha's reaction at the time, even in real history, Catherine should have gone through a process of madness and even being killed by Ballard.

On the one hand, the will of the Unseen Hill will not truly die, but on the other hand, the way it will return is unpredictable.

If Akasha can wake up directly in someone else's body, it doesn't seem too strange that Catherine has become a monster that only knows how to imitate and devour.

The reason I brought her here this time was mainly to see if I was wrong, and to see if it was possible to help her come to her senses.