Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2532 Blood Face

Three faces.

Since I'm wearing Grandpa Lu's costume, I should naturally use the signature move of my Rebirth Club.

Fire, electricity, blood... This move was something I had previously learned. Although it wasn't very controllable, the random things it sprayed out were incredibly powerful, and the visual effects were also flamboyant.

In short, it's perfect for showcasing the might of my club.

Of course, even if this one bite is randomly electrified, it's still not very environmentally friendly.

Just moments ago we were praising the ingenious design of the structure, but now a large portion of it has been reduced to ashes by this terrifying impact, with strange aftershocks still echoing.

In the dazzling light that almost blinded everyone, Fu Qian insisted that he was not mistaken; a pair of unusually large wings, as if forged from shadows, were stretching out unhindered, ready to take flight.

Even the shape of the wings looked somewhat familiar, reminding me of the giant headless angel I saw in the Etched Wisdom during my last visit.

So there are still "fallen" angels? They just aren't posing in public anymore?
Fu Qian was amazed.

This makes the astonishing rank seem much more reasonable.

Even with a targeted attack, it wouldn't be easy to lower one's sanity in the current state, especially for a creation that is almost a superior being.

Furthermore, under the brutal bombardment of the first-tier level, the target did not appear to have suffered too much damage; it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was in good condition.

The reason is simple—it was shot at an angle.

Although the ranged attacks that followed were fast, the opponent was determined to escape, and their movements were completely unhindered by the surrounding environment. In the end, this projectile attack did not trigger the Cataclysm, but only grazed the target.

They might not even be able to get away with it anymore. The fallen angels are very mobile, and even if they don't leave, they can still be easily dragged along—hiss!

Completely ignoring the other party's introverted nature, Fu Qian's actions had already changed again, and the three faces continued to be activated.

However, this time the style is slightly different. Instead of a deformed giant beast's head, the entire left hand is torn apart and "blooming".

Indeed, in my opinion, this word is the most fitting description.

It was clearly flesh and blood, but at that moment it seemed more like a plant, blooming from within.

Even the smallest wisp of flower, though swaying precariously, possesses a unique beauty that disturbs the eye, and in a daze, it seems like a swaying tentacle.

Amidst their embrace, a surge of blood erupted, washing over everything in sight.

……

Finally, I got it right on the first try.

It seems the Fallen Angel has some prestige; this is the first time I've seen what a blood-stained face looks like.

Amidst the unusual changes, Fu Qian felt a sense of relief at that moment.

Of course, nothing went wrong... There are three three-face cards in total, it's just that the probability of releasing the last "blood" card is obviously low, and it just came out randomly this time.

As for why it's said to be about saving face for His Excellency the Fallen Angel, on the one hand, it's true that His firepower is currently being directed at Him.

On the other hand, there is something quite special about it. Although the gushing blood is so scarlet and thick, the place it passes through is just like the target at this moment, and it also looks invisible and intangible.
At a glance, one can see that the terrifying amount of bleeding covers a fan shape similar to that of a thermal power plant.

But when the vomiting ended and the crimson color disappeared, it appeared that not a single red blood cell remained.

Furthermore, the fan shape is even shorter than before, so much so that even if the Fallen Angel didn't dodge, he couldn't reach it at all—that's really good.

After finally managing to create a rare special effect, the result was so lackluster that it was somewhat disappointing at first glance.

However, upon closer inspection of the scene before him, the feeling of winning the lottery not only did not diminish but increased, and he even reached out and grabbed a section of the lamp stand next to him.

"What...are you?"

Only then did the golden-browed receptionist rush out of the warehouse, her eyes glazed over by the sight before her, almost losing her ability to speak.

...Indeed, the lamp stand doesn't look like it's made of ash either; it's as if the researchers actually moved an entire building in.

It is deep black, made of metal, and decorated with fine silver lines to outline the pattern. The overall style is as exquisite as the surroundings.

As he weighed it and felt its texture, Fu Qian remarked that it didn't look like it was made from local materials, but rather brought in directly from outside.

However, for a group of ambitious technicians who came here to conduct research, it wasn't such an outrageous operation.

"Sorry, the target was very cunning, resulting in some losses."

Not forgetting to respond to the client behind him, Fu Qian turned around the next moment, handed the broken lamp stand to the other party, and explained that it was all a work injury.

"What goal... I only see you going crazy..."

It seemed somewhat right, yet completely wrong. The receptionist's once-proud logical thinking had been utterly destroyed. For a moment, she didn't seem to be thinking about running away; she was simply reflexively refuting the other party's claims.

"Really? That thing up there could actually move?"

This time, Fu Qian just gave a cold smile, telling him to take a closer look.

Ok……

When the latter actually did so and looked, he saw a silver-white thread outlining a pattern that resembled both a flame and an eye, slowly turning to look at him.

"How can it be--"

After stiffening for about two seconds, the receptionist made a strange, duck-like sound and instinctively reached out to grab.

Unfortunately, Fu Qian wouldn't let him have his way; he had already taken it back with perfect precision.

……

The patterns on the lamp stand don't move, and they aren't real eyeballs; they're just "corrupting."

After careful consideration, I still think this word is the most suitable to describe it.

How could cherishing the extraordinary be truly useless? Where blood was splattered, certain changes were taking place.

Specifically, upon looking ahead, countless strange, ominous eyes of calamity were appearing.

These originally ordinary materials are becoming "extraordinary".

Indeed, an undeniable qualitative change is taking place right before my eyes.

Theoretically, this is the most incredible transformation in the entire bookstore world.

It's not even a simple revitalization; things come to life, old objects become sentient...

Even without looking out with inspiration, one can deeply feel the chaos, or rather, the filth, from the shifting and changing eyes of Calamity.

This is nothing short of the legendary loss of control.

So, should the blood from the three faces be called the breath of corruption?

On the one hand, it bestows extraordinary qualities upon ordinary beings, a true divine means.

On the other hand, it bestows upon us the ultimate pollution at a transcendent level? Making everything unrecognizable?
Isn't that a bit too malicious? At least the Gospel Shock should bring genuine enlightenment first.

Indeed, the price of upward mobility is something that ordinary people cannot bear.

He was full of praise and recalled the scene just now.

Now it seems that if this hits, the effect would be quite remarkable.

However, this seems to have made my image even worse.

Not just evil gods, but even true spreaders of chaos and madness?