Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2440 The Prophet is Dead (Forty-Six)

So, without the divine link of the prophet, they really became a disorganized mess?
The aroma of roasted meat seemed to be wafting in the air, but at that moment, Fu Qian was more concerned with the sounds around him.

According to the usual script, now that the villain has escaped from a desperate situation, his arrogance is at its peak, and it is time for everyone to rise up and attack him to uphold justice.

This place was originally a gathering place for wise men.

Even though the scene here was so tragic, the surrounding area remained completely quiet.

Of course, it wasn't that it went unnoticed; before the payment, he even believed there were quite a few bystanders throughout the entire process.

But it is precisely because of this that the lord's claim of "unjustice" resonates all the more.

In such a transformative moment, with an uncertain future, what is the point of going all out to eliminate him?
Not to mention whether they can actually kill him, and the various risks involved in the process.

It can only be said that without the prophet who tells everyone that victory is certain, even though Anmishiki has many skilled players, they are still unable to organize such an operation.

Not only the righteous faction, but even the supervillains didn't come out to cause trouble.

It's entirely possible to imagine the various struggles people are going through to cope with change.

So much so that at that moment, the most carefree person on the entire Hill of Unseen seemed to become the crystal there.

Holler's attack had a clear objective: to buy her some time to escape.

While she seemed understanding, she also appeared unwilling to give up so easily.

At the same time, as a target that only heals itself from any attack, even if the lord is temporarily restrained, there doesn't seem to be much it can do—

"I apologize for all my previous rudeness. Can you help me? I'm willing to pay any price."

It wasn't that there wasn't one. At one point, Crystal seemed to realize something and rushed straight to Fu Qian, asking for help from the audience without saying a word.

Although his stance is strange, his methods are undoubtedly even stranger. This suspicious outsider is clearly the only variable in the current situation.

She didn't invoke any moral high ground to uphold justice; instead, she offered a purely personal apology and feeble pleas.

"Okay, let him let go."

Given his personality, it wouldn't be easy for him to do that.

Now, Fu Qian finally gave the remaining demigods no further chance to perform and actually nodded.

How to deal with the lord in front of me is indeed a troublesome problem, and the most crucial thing is that I will also have to deal with a death angel later.

However, the local gangs don't seem to be able to offer any good ideas.

……

The true meaning of deterrence was fully demonstrated at that moment.

Holler, who had been keeping the lord tightly entangled, broke free from above almost instantly.

It wasn't that he was in a good mental state or had a quick reaction, making it easy for him to discover that the power that had broken away came from the lord.

He clearly paid close attention to Green Ballard in any case.

Upon hearing that frightening remark, he seemed to activate some kind of prop, disregarding costs to escape and get into a fighting stance.

I thought you would leave first.

The electric armor was not removed, and the lord expressed his bewilderment at the outsiders' behavior.

"It will be soon. It's not as lively as I imagined."

Fu Qian made no attempt to hide his disappointment with the demigods.

"And then kill me before that? I'm looking forward to seeing how you do it."

The lord was clearly not taking it lightly, but he also seemed genuinely curious.

"That's easy to say. Actually, I was inspired by Lord Holler."

Fu Qian didn't stand on ceremony, glancing at Ashbringer as he spoke. The latter was clearly no longer able to maintain his stable form, and the crystal, having realized what was happening, was desperately trying to restrain his struggles.

Inspiration?

Just as doubt began to rise in the lord's mind, he saw the body covered by mirror armor suddenly expand.

……

The multiplier should be about right.

Under the admiring gaze of more than one person, Fu Qian not only truly chose higher and bigger, just like Holler, but even strictly adhered to the scaling ratio.

There is a big difference between standing upright and on all fours; the latter has a much stronger visual impact.

"Good idea... but do you really think it will work?"

Even the lord in question seemed momentarily stunned when faced with the colossus that appeared before him.

However, having experienced such highs and lows, he quickly recovered and began to question the effectiveness of the treatment.

"of course."

Knowing that the other party's seemingly complaining attitude was actually a sign of extreme caution, I didn't keep them waiting long before making the payment.

After a confident exclamation, one of the giant arms continued to change, and in the blink of an eye, it lost its original shape, with the front end turning into a ferocious giant mouth.

"Lord Holler's insights are more than just a little bit."

With a solemn declaration, the arm was already anchored and launched towards the lord.

If you can't kill it, trap it—a very practical approach. But what if you swallow it whole?
Although the food wouldn't obediently surrender, upon discovering the hand full of ferocious fangs, the lord seemed to realize something, and his body, enveloped in electric light, instantly transformed into a stream of light.

Unfortunately, just when he thought he had a glimmer of hope, his worst fears came true. The inexplicable pull of fate returned, and the next moment he was back to square one.

But that hideous maw nimbly turned around and swallowed it whole—oh?

Fu Qian swung his arm, seemingly searching for bits of meat between his teeth, but unfortunately, there was nothing there.

At that last moment, a hand appeared out of thin air, grabbed a black bag, put it inside, and dragged the person away.

……

Isn't this a bit too abstract? Time-traveling kidnapping?

Recalling the scene just now, Fu Qian sighed as his body rapidly dehydrated, and he did not attempt to grope around in place.

It wasn't just inspired by Holler; the line of thought has always been coherent.

Having exhausted every means to expose the Angel of Death, how could we easily waste it?

The lord who shared his abilities undoubtedly became a link to him.

It doesn't matter if we can't kill it in this situation; let's take a look and see what happens. The result might be quite interesting—although it's more interesting now.

In Fu Qian's vision, the thread of longing points straight to a familiar location: the legendary Sage's Lake.

As everyone knows, the only difference between those in power is how they win.

It doesn't matter if the insight fails; even if the person is rescued, there will still be a thread of concern that directly guides the way.

Even the final destination is such a classic place; how could one not feel satisfied?

"Taking a break?"

Ignoring Crystal and the other person, Fu Qian had already revisited the place in the blink of an eye.

What's even more heartening is that there's a familiar deck chair by the lake, and there's even someone lying on it.

Upon seeing the colorful hair, Fu Qian greeted it naturally.

Yes, it was a familiar scene, but the one lying there wasn't the prophet, but the clown.