Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2449 The Prophet is Dead (Fifty-Five)

When the value is high, there will be more methods. It is disrespectful to yourself to always take a roundabout approach.

Although it was far from reaching the full power of the King of Abandoned Prisons, it was already enough to make the Heavenly Dao powerhouse in the center of the lake tremble.

"Who are you?"

So much so that after Fu Qian had completed half of the second half of the lap, the Angel of Death spoke again, but instead of answering the question, he simply expressed his emotions.

So, what's your progress so far?

The communication was always on an equal footing. Before the meeting, he didn't even introduce himself again, but instead casually responded to the questions with questions.

"Soon...before you kill them all."

You could almost hear the gritted teeth in his voice; Ah-Wei was finally determined not to back down.

As he spoke, new discordant elements indeed appeared in the fog.

A glance revealed that more demigods had arrived, and their numbers were quite substantial.

Not all of them stood on the only path; most of them even emerged from the bottom of the lake.

It's not surprising; overconfident and reckless advancement comes at a price.

With such a complete plan, it's impossible for those players who wanted to take a gamble and get in early to avoid being taken advantage of.

And it seems that such behavior only made them fall under the control of the Angel of Death faster than others.

However, a demigod is still a demigod, and even if he is transformed into a puppet, it is still different.

Compared to the drifting, stable wraiths, they even retained a certain fighting instinct, knowing how to surround and intercept them.

Furthermore, the Death Limit clearly exempts them as well, once again demonstrating Awei's control over the Unseen Hill.

"That will be soon."

In this situation, Fu Qian agreed with Awei's progress report while casually throwing another punch.

boom--

As it turns out, the demigods are a bit too easily flattered. Just after we said their fighting instincts were pretty good, one of them rushed over and precisely blocked our path, and with a roar, he actually transformed on the spot.

The end result was that before the mouth in his chest could fully open, a fist was shoved into it, and ultimately, unable to withstand such an appetite, he turned into flying debris.

Hmph, even curiosity requires taste; this kind of mouth shape has absolutely no aesthetic appeal.

He snorted inwardly, but continued walking without stopping.

However, it's not surprising that Awei has such confidence. Just a moment later, Fuqian noticed that there was another figure running towards them from the direction of the Prophet Building, and it looked somewhat familiar.

……

Holler?

It had a familiar, grotesque style; it was on all fours with sharp claws on its back—the very same look that bar wanderer had taken at the end.

In comparison, she even looked better than when she left.

As with previous reviews, its recovery ability is quite remarkable.

But this is not a good sign; coming from that direction instead of the lake suggests that Holler probably didn't go through the door.

That means that even without any demigods willingly walking into their trap, things are starting to get tough.

Another special thing is that Holler came all by himself.

Crystal, who had been treating him the whole time, was nowhere to be seen.

Snapped!
With another casual slap, he sent a winged creature flying. Fu Qian's gaze remained fixed on Holler as he continued toward the starting point of the lake tour.

His steps were so firm that he seemed eager to see his old friend off to his final moments—and it appeared that he had more than one old friend.

As they got closer, it became clear that the clown on the deck chair had completely imitated Yuan Fang's posture.

Leaning against the wall, he looked like a dead man, even the tears flowing from his eyes were the same black.

Is this the consequence of disrespecting one's superiors?

Instead of turning into zombies to swarm and attack like the others, he was executed directly, which seemed a waste of the methods the Joker had shown earlier.

But from Awei's perspective, it's completely understandable. This kind of unpredictable, neurotic player, who even turned against her on the spot, is best nipped in the bud as soon as possible.

As an outsider leader, it's always good to be cautious in everything you do.

"How much?"

Feeling the cruelty of the struggle, and after casually turning the two into dust, Fu Qian finally returned to the starting point, while Holler was already within reach.

However, when his gaze fell on the clown, his first action was to check the progress with Ah Wei.

"Soon, ten—"

This time, the answer we received was finally a breakthrough.

After reiterating the grand prospects once again, the Angel of Death actually announced a number.

Oh?
Fu Qian finally turned around and looked.

"Nine--"

In response, Awei simply coldly counted out another number.

The demigods in the mist, along with the ghosts, were also subtly forming an encirclement.

interesting.

A quick glance revealed that among the people who had crawled out of the lake, there was none of Amber.

Did they really go to other places to look for people? So they didn't get infected immediately? Isn't that a bit too much of a coincidence?

"Eight--"

While pondering the reasons, Awei continued counting without any emotion.

It sounded like the mission was about to be accomplished, but faced with an opponent whose behavior was completely incomprehensible, he was too lazy to even utter a harsh word.

I walked around the lake, but nothing happened.

The previous witty conjectures about the ceremony suddenly became quite awkward.

Despite the terrifying strength of their opponent, who was facing a countdown to defeat, they showed no intention of rushing forward to fight back.

They did not take action against Sofia, nor did they attempt to destroy the core of the Unseen Hill.

"seven!"

Not only that, but Andil had already sat down on the fright box again and casually slapped away Holler, who pounced on him.

"six--"

This action was so strange that after gritting her teeth and reading out another number, Ah-Wei seemed to finally hesitate for a moment.

"five?"

No problem, I helped them record another number before they paid.

Although the Angel of Death remained silent, and the demigods seemed to hesitate in their steps.

"Too mediocre..."

Faced with this scene, Fu Qian simply sighed and gave the same comment he had mentioned earlier.

It might seem strange to stop counting when there are still five numbers left, but it's perfectly understandable to professionals—because you only need to count up to 6 anyway.

We already used the countdown scam idea back in Nightmare Corridor, it's like showing off our limited skills to an expert.

As for why it didn't succeed?
"Are you talking about me?"

His Excellency the Angel of Death is clearly also thinking about this issue.

The words the other party had once used to describe the lord now sounded noticeably harsh.

"Yes—what do you think?"

Fu Qian responded so matter-of-factly that he didn't even acknowledge Awei when he said the next sentence, but instead turned to look at the clown next to him.

"Indeed, it's too mediocre."

And this bizarre scene actually received a response: the clown, who was surrounded by darkness, slowly sat up.