Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2445 The Prophet is Dead (Fifty-One)

It's just a possibility.

After all, when I last saw Sofia, she had already been ravaged beyond recognition.

The only distinguishing feature is the similar hair color.

However, the clown is right. Although his appearance is so amazing, his rank is far from that of a demigod.

This strange contrast, however, coincides with the young man's desire to become a Gold Saint.

On the other hand, as one of the two people she recommended, Awei did not lose face by transforming into the Angel of Death, and it seems only right for Sophia to act as the Empress.
While I was concerned about Ah-Wei's whereabouts, I was also curious about Sophia's location.

However, because its brand recognition is relatively low, we haven't put much effort into it.

Now it seems that this young man, who had endured torment and was filled with remorse, and who hoped in his final moments that "it would all be a nightmare when he woke up," had achieved half of his wish?
Although the person is still not awake, at least they look like a human being, don't they?
Of course, considering the strong preconceived notions, the credibility of this judgment should be somewhat discounted at present.

“Sophia? 'Mother' is a nice name... How did you know?”

The clown seemed to approve, praising it while even asking why it was such a coincidence.

"I'm the one who brought her here."

Not only did she not mind him wasting his time asking this, she even continued to be extremely honest.

"Oh? Does that mean you bear a lot of responsibility for how this place became like this?"

He paused for a moment, then the clown seemed to get a little excited.

He made an exaggerated expression of shock and ruthlessly shifted the blame for "the world becoming like this" onto the righteous Mirror Knight.

"Not only that, I also sent the Angel of Death."

Unfortunately, this version of "Green Ballard" clearly doesn't understand what it means to be tormented by conscience.

Fu Qian nodded seriously, truly a man who would never stoop to making a fool of himself.

……

It must not be an illusion; the darkness seemed to sway for a moment, as if some powerful being from the heavens was hurling a very vulgar curse.

Although Professor Fu remained unfazed by the insults, he merely adjusted a non-existent bow tie, displaying his demeanor with ease.

"Uh... Hahaha... No wonder you went to him right away, so the name Awei is real?"

The clown was also very supportive at that moment, laughing so hard he almost fell off his deck chair.

Although the focus was rather unusual, the first thing that came to mind was whether the nickname "Awei" was true or false.

laugh--

Before the payment could be confirmed, other developments emerged.

But the rubber duck that swam next to Sofia was as if it had encountered a violent blade and was torn to pieces.

In the blink of an eye, Sofia disappeared.

Despite its unassuming appearance, the rubber duck seems to create a kind of vision effect, revealing the hidden things around it.

hiss--

It was clear the clown was heartbroken, so much so that he casually took out another one, gently stroked it, and then threw it back into the water with a sorrowful expression.

"Awei is here too; it will guide you to where you are."

And as expected, once the enchantment was removed, there was no going back; he had no intention of ever using the title "Angel of Death" again.

Even a little bit of verbal disrespect is nothing compared to the clown's behavior.

His meaning regarding the second duck was already quite clear.

The first one led you to Sofia, but this one will directly help you find Ah-Wei, who's also in this lake. Just kill him. He's no longer an ordinary traitor; he's a direct and blatant betrayer no matter where you put him.

But given the clown's actions at this moment, it feels strangely reasonable—who could tolerate their little duck being killed and not be furious?

Even this Rubber Duck No. 2 was given a special red-eye effect to show its revenge, and it swam a few points faster.

"That's definitely his style."

Deeply empathetic, Fu Qian didn't see anything wrong with the clown's behavior at all, and his gaze really followed the duck the whole way.

He also noted that this "shrinking to the side" behavior was indeed very similar to the Grim Reaper he knew—even the way he turned his back on them was similar.

"Fool, it's too late!"

With a solemn announcement, even the number two rubber duck stopped spinning in place.

But at the spot where Number One sacrificed himself, not only did Sophia's figure reappear, but also pure white feathers were drawn from her torso and even her limbs, intertwining into another strange humanoid shape, which looked like a mummy at first glance.

Fu Qian said that he had seen a similar look before. When he went to the capital, Awei-sama also projected himself onto Jiang En in the same way.

However, this time it looks like it's on a much larger scale.

Just as the body was fully formed and floating in mid-air, as if some kind of glass were shattering, the lake's clarity reached its limit—the water disappeared.

The Sage's Lake in this world has also completely turned into the shape of a dry pot.

……

“You haven’t changed at all, so I’m not surprised at all that you can have a conversation with him.”

The sound wasn't loud, but it was clear enough to be almost a whisper.

With an air of triumphant accomplishment, the Angel of Death descended upon the center of the Sage's Lake.

Even while reminiscing, they didn't forget the meritorious officials.

Sofia, the girl who had fallen from grace, still had her eyes closed, but she did not fall down with the drying lake. Instead, she continued to float quietly at the feet of the Angel of Death, creating a gloomy and bizarre scene.

"You too, you seem to be settling in well here?"

Fu Qian didn't give him a cold look and immediately exchanged pleasantries.

"It's nothing to do with me, otherwise why would I come here specifically to thank you?"

It's clear that Awei had mentally prepared herself for this meeting, and she remained completely unmoved by the verbal provocations she faced.

There wasn't even a moment to waste on nonsense; as he spoke, he beckoned with his finger, and the whole world seemed to pause for a moment.

When time resumed its flow, Fu Qian's right index and middle fingers were found to be pinching a "crack".

Yes, it was as if the whole world was violently torn apart at that moment, with a crack winding down from above and extending all the way to where Fuqian was.

If you don't avoid it, you might end up looking like "the person in the photo who's been torn apart."

Even when he tried to hold it in place with his hands, the flesh and blood turned into wisps of ashes and fell away where his two fingers touched the crack.

"As expected, my choice was right. If I had rushed out, I wouldn't have been able to do anything to you."

"You're a terrifying character. Were you just messing with me back then?"

As Awei watched this scene, she seemed to become even more certain of a certain idea at that moment.

As soon as he finished speaking, deep shadows began to appear on the layers of bodies at the bottom of the lake.

Drifting and swaying, they came in droves.

Sorry, this dungeon is quite long, and it's nearing its end.