Chapter 2245 - 2240: The King of Tortured Souls (End)
Chapter 2245: Chapter 2240: The King of Tortured Souls (End)
It seems neither humans nor gods can resist being mentioned.
Earlier, during the discussion of SAN Points, the God of Deceit was used as an example, and now, just moments later, he has seemingly made an appearance.
The main reason is that his wicked laughter is too classic, a kind that can draw hatred without needing to show his face—it’s hard to mistake it.
Just goes to show how thinking shouldn’t be rigid.
Who said that with Ya Yu gone, Ariel doesn’t have anyone else hidden on him?
Who says with Lord Rom appearing, there aren’t other sparrows hidden behind?
Indeed, Fu Qian’s first reaction at that moment was that things are lively around Brother Ariel.
He had certainly experienced Lord Patch’s mastery in hiding.
The skill of fooling people is even more impressive.
Facing Rom who was not in perfect condition, doing such small deeds didn’t seem too absurd from Fu Qian’s perspective.
So much so that upon realizing whose laughter it belonged to, Fu Qian’s only question was what this sparrow was preparing to do.
After all, although the gods may struggle to survive with ambiguous stances, it’s still hard to believe that this entertainer is here to help at Rom’s invitation.
On one hand, it’s hard to ensure he won’t whimsically create some absurd situation.
On the other hand, even if he guarantees, Rom’s brain would have to malfunction to the extent of seeking such an ally and trusting such a promise.
Especially when he’s extremely weakened.
In Fu Qian’s judgment, even if they were old acquaintances, Brother Patch most likely couldn’t become anyone’s ally.
Their appearance this time instantly fills one with anticipation.
As for why the laughter was so joyful earlier, it’s easy to understand—he used expulsion on himself.
Having endured all the way until now, Lord Rom finally seized the opportunity to take control and employed his ultimate means.
And after becoming the target of it, bearing the brunt, Patch faces much less threat and can witness the fun more freely.
It was thinking about this that made Fu Qian decisively stop his actions, fully playing his role and entering the spectator mode.
Of course, there’s a possibility that the laughter itself was Rom’s delaying tactic, misleading him into not intervening.
But such a scenario requires very harsh conditions, as those who recognize the laughter and are interested enough to stop are not many.
Not to mention imitating this elusive entertainer could easily invite trouble.
It was based on such an assessment that Fu Qian expressed his willingness to take a slight risk of mission failure to watch Lord Patch’s operation, hoping he won’t disappoint—
"Oh?"
Amidst this overly vivid stance, the one who laughed seemed a bit surprised.
"Feel free."
Fu Qian responded with a gesture of invitation.
This person laughed so boldly, there was clearly no need to worry about scaring Lord Rom.
As for why Patch could sense something so keenly?
It was simple; that laughter was not for nothing.
If one observed all of his previous actions, anyone would conclude that his origins are mysterious.
Including Rom’s own feelings, likely only strengthened, but due to circumstances, had no choice.
Therefore, Patch’s laughter already indicated he suspected something, just to see the reaction.
Naturally, inhaling and exhaling also served the same purpose.
And now certain communications have been completed invisibly.
"Hehe... So it really is you, should I be thankful for your trust?"
As expected, it began with a hate Skill, and within the profound laughter, Patch had apparently confirmed Fu Qian’s identity.
"Yes, so why not hurry?"
Fu Qian urged unapologetically, even the Fire of Madness was collected.
"Don’t rush, it’s coming soon... hehe, Lord Rom is very anxious..."
He seemed to understand what Fu Qian meant, and evidently appreciated this mindset of enjoying the spectacle, indicating with playful laughter to respect the subjective initiative of the concerned party.
And seemingly in response to his words, the next moment, the statue of the Goddess of Sin and Punishment suddenly collapsed.
...
Great Sin.
This scene in the Holy Hall is undoubtedly infuriating for both humans and gods.
The voluptuous figure, which even the Lonely King dared only to gently touch, had snapped directly from the chest.
Even the head that fell to the ground seemed to lose strength, shattering more than half upon impact.
Accompanied by the statue’s every gap, familiar Sins Thorns spilled everywhere, swiftly sweeping the surroundings.
His Majesty the Lonely King, who intimately nestled, undoubtedly bore the brunt.
Roar—
From start to finish, for the first time, the latter uttered a sound.
While it’s hard to say how much of it was a feeling of intelligent beings, Fu Qian seemed to perceive that this roar didn’t originate from pain, but from limitless fury.
With rain-like petals and debris falling, the entire scene appeared more tragic.
Such emotions reached a peak as he disregarded the many thorns tearing his body, stretching out to pick up the goddess’s half-broken head.
Embracing it tightly in his arms, a special sound echoed throughout him.
Crying, every part was crying.
The most striking was a baby-shaped half-face, sobbing as it seemed to slowly rip itself from the body.
Other parts also began to mutate into various forms, changing from viviparous to direct fission reproduction.
Oh...
In this situation, the one who originally seemed very red-blooded quieted down.
Even his movements halted, making the area around his abdomen the most stable point of the body, seemingly striving to maintain calm and delay collapse.
Bang—
However, after just a breath, this force seemingly reversed suddenly, transforming into an opposing force that drove chaos.
The fragile balance broke immediately, and the unrestrained body finally exploded.
Fallen, madness, bloodthirst—an overheated mix of too many things scattered everything, annihilating this grand structure.
Within the endless thorn grove, a brilliant spectacle appeared—
As if a bud unable to close, every shard on the Lonely King’s body reached the ultimate stretch and bloom.
Layer upon layer, with a separated yet unified posture, it blossomed into a dazzling flower beyond language description.
"Watch carefully, do not miss this moment."
Patch’s voice simultaneously echoed, almost picturing him staring unblinkingly, fully savoring this moment of beauty.
Do you even need to say?
Fu Qian naturally was unapologetic, even with zero perception, not missing any detail, ignoring the prompts that sounded in his mind.
[Current mission completed, Number 1-423 containment successful]