Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2567 The Light Goes Out
The reason for thanking Afei is that after being blinded in both eyes, I realized that "He" was not the sun but the Radiant Rainbow.
There had been similar speculations before, but now it seems that this claim has been truly confirmed.

Because, as Fu Qian stated, the Sun Apostle at this moment looked remarkably similar to a warehouse containment item he had once seen.

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The spy device from the Blaziken was described at the time as a poisoned apple.

But then the same question arises: Doesn't Your Excellency, the Radiant Rainbow, intend to take action?

"I'm coming clean, I'm not pretending anymore"—this kind of emotion isn't wrong, but it has to be meaningful.

For example, you could use something you want to have a deep conversation with to start a conversation and show your sincerity.

Simply handing over intelligence like that is not in line with his style over the years.

It even contradicts his performance in the previous game, Etching Wisdom.

Could it be that he/she is not here?

At one point, Fu Qian thought of the presiding judge.

This time, the latter only showed some traces of pollution; the main body did not appear.

From this perspective, there is some consistency.

But the problem is that there is always a reason for everything. Why are the elements related to the superiors so weak in this Etching Wisdom?
The situation seems to be getting increasingly complicated.

Fu Qian was increasingly satisfied with his previous decision to choose A Fei as his proxy.

If I had fought my way through, I probably wouldn't have noticed such subtle details.

Now that they've attacked, how will they continue the fight?

This does seem rather troublesome, especially since the Calamity Blessing on Afei's sword has already been significantly depleted...

Assessing the grim situation, Fu Qian remained motionless, merely watching the two figures locked in a standoff.

"You're nothing but a clown to be played with, not even a tool... How long do you want to be manipulated?"

Although theoretically he had long lost his sight, the Sun Apostle was clearly still paying attention to Fu Qian's movements. For a moment, he was puzzled but also somewhat relaxed, and tried to destroy A Fei's fighting spirit.

click -

Unfortunately, the only response he received was a strange, shattering sound.

True to his ruthless and taciturn style, A-Fei delivered a decisive and swift sword strike, even subtly taking advantage of the apostle's distraction while he was speaking.

And this time, the target chosen was also extremely utilitarian, namely that already broken eye socket.

That's right, opening up a new battlefield is nowhere near as useful as amplifying damage, especially since the head is usually still a vital organ.

From this point alone, it's clear that Afei lives up to the previous assessment; once he has a weapon in hand, he becomes the purest killer.

Of course, there's a problem here: the eyeball has already been broken once, so how can it still make a breaking sound?

Simple, this time it wasn't the eyeball that broke.

The sword, seemingly a perpetually flowing, slender arc, struck the eye socket with a single blow, tearing through the barrier and piercing the seemingly indestructible outline of the head.

And like a light bulb pierced by a grain of sand, the terrifying crack continues to spread outwards.

"Since it's being manipulated, it's just a tool."

It was only then that Afei finally spoke up, correcting the Sun Apostle's comment.

……

"impossible--"

The sounds were more agonizing than ever before, and it was clear that it wasn't just physical pain; this battle of the heart had finally found a loser.

The loser was completely unable to accept this result. The Sun Apostle wailed and desperately clutched his wound, while a strange storm roared out from his body.

Where the storm passed, everything seemed to be engulfed in incredible ripples, withering into colorful dust.

It's no wonder he didn't believe it; that instinctive counterattack alone already gave off the vibe of a high-level transcendent being. The situation had taken a welcome turn, but Fu Qian still couldn't help but admire the spectacular scene, commenting on its power as he went.

Although His Excellency the Sun Apostle is not of a high rank according to the Eye Radar, he can indeed use all sorts of magical methods.

This is one of the advantages of following a faith-based approach.

But the more this happens, the more one doubts the meaning of life when a carefully laid defense is broken by a single sword strike.

Although he was the victim, he should have known the reason—it was also a sword strike of demigod level.

Yes, Ah Fei's performance seems a little too good.

Compared to his opponent, he seemed to be divinely aided, and his decisive strike was nothing short of extraordinary.

Sword intent?

Having studied the Sword Pavilion multiple times, Fu Qian easily came up with an explanation at that moment.

Liu Shuang has shown me more than once just how unreasonable her faction is.

The most unique of all is this mysterious and enigmatic thing.

However, it is understandable that one might suddenly gain enlightenment when faced with a desperate situation, even while in a state of blind foolishness.
Seeing that the combat strength was showing signs of collapse, Fu Qian used his professional knowledge to try to salvage the situation while continuing to keep an eye on A Fei's attacks.

Indeed, even as the storm raged, the hunter did not retreat an inch.

Instead, the rapier in his hand twisted strangely, intensifying the damage once more—crack!
The other eye socket, which wasn't completely covered, was hit again, and this time the effect was even more breathtaking.

Fu Qian said he clearly saw fragments flying out, and the sound of breaking suddenly became more frequent.

As it turns out, his performance was remarkably consistent, and this sword strike was once again a demigod's attack.

And it was clear that when Afei's body was rapidly withering away in the storm, the Sun Apostle was already completely powerless to save him.

"Light--"

But in his long, desperate cries, no miracle appeared to help him through the ordeal.

……

It seems like he's really not there.

A shiny pile, and you can even feel its warmth.

Gazing at the last remnants of His Excellency the Sun Apostle, I confirmed beforehand that I still hadn't seen my old friend, the Radiant Rainbow.

"Thank you for your hard work, you did a great job."

Instead of dwelling on pointless obsessions, Fu Qian walked to the side and gave the "tool person" a verbal compliment.

Uh……

The latter, however, displayed astonishing vitality. Even with part of its sword-wielding hand vaporized, it not only responded but also made a move.

He picked up the rapier that had fallen to the ground with his other hand and aimed it at Fu Qian from a distance.

Oh?
The gesture was somewhat unfriendly, although Fu Qian, as the person being pointed at, didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"Should we get another one?"

Not only that, but the next moment he smiled and tried to interpret it from a different angle.

The once gleaming rapier was now covered in dust, and a section of the tip had been burned off.

After a simple comparison, one of the tentacles before payment shook and even actually reached out.

Ok……

Afei remained silent, staring at the third weapon, which looked incredibly heavy—more like a giant block of iron than a sword.

A moment later, he actually handed over the rapier upside down, wanting to exchange it for the "iron block".

(End of this chapter)