Chapter 2403 - 2398: The Prophet Is Dead (9)
Chapter 2403: Chapter 2398: The Prophet Is Dead (9)
An interesting tactic, powerless like facing a natural enemy.
Of course, it wasn’t Fu Qian who acted, though he didn’t lend a hand to help either.
The sudden change occurred in less than a breath’s time, while Fu Qian merely sat there throughout, quietly observing the transformation.
He didn’t even move from his turning posture, and now Catherine’s entire body felt like it was tightly bound by invisible threads.
Her body surface even seemed to emit a strange sheen.
As if in the next moment a greedy devourer would crawl out and swallow her whole, just like what she previously did.
It seemed there really was one.
Fu Qian still remained silent, turning his gaze away to a shadow in a corner.
At first glance, it seemed empty, but from a Hunter’s perspective, Fu Qian reckoned that it was a great spot for an ambush.
Ssss!
Even though it wasn’t an obvious move, it nonetheless elicited a response.
At that moment, something seemed to unfold within the darkness.
Is this... a web?
Catherine had long lost the ability to move, and naturally, Fu Qian knew that this emerging attack was aimed at him.
Though he still didn’t react to it, merely watching the unfolding event in front of him.
Unlike the previous assault, this time a visible clump was hurled outward.
Yet that gray-white mass looked almost weightless and rapidly spread out upon appearing, indiscriminately covering all the area before them.
It indeed looked like a web, even invoking thoughts of some animal called a spider with its hexagonal configuration and radial main threads.
Even though it seemed to exist in another dimension and didn’t actually attach to any surface, Fu Qian somehow felt a certain stickiness, a slight hindrance to his movements.
As for Catherine, she was far worse off; with her already rigid body under its cover, it seemed to lose its heft and began moving to some peculiar rhythm.
"I know it’s easier to eat this way, but she might feel a bit shy."
In this moment, casually pointing at Catherine, Fu Qian finally spoke, breaking the silence.
...
A web, predation, certain things were so reminiscent, making one easily think of old acquaintances.
Spider Queen Akasha, in a segment of nonexistent history, even gifted him a token.
And as everyone knew, waiter Catherine’s most iconic identity was as Akasha’s Blood Slave, raised to be drained of blood.
"You seem a bit shy too, don’t worry, I prefer the food from this store over the service staff."
After a brief wait without any response, Fu Qian added, emphasizing there was no risk of food theft.
Moreover, claiming shyness was reasonable, as he remembered Akasha was never this low-key.
Back then, she not only gave a token but even made quite a scene during their first meet, leaving him covered in white murk.
Yet now facing the invitation, she resorted to playing hide and seek.
Indeed, this was an invitation.
After many days apart, inviting an old friend for a meal seemed perfectly normal, right?
Considering Catherine’s previous state, with just a bit of rationality, one wouldn’t expect her to divulge much valuable information.
For Fu Qian, letting the Lord go and bringing her here, the contents of the earlier exchange were always secondary.
Catherine was a Blood Slave of the Spider Queen; that was always the key point.
The task already confirmed that Akasha potentially senses disturbances from these free-range sustenances.
Back then, she joined hands with him because Catherine lost control and swiftly approached, coinciding with his confrontation with Ballard.
Regarding the reborn Catherine, though unsure if the sensing still worked, trying it with such a tasty bait seemed worthwhile.
Akasha was indeed a somewhat special character on the Unseen Hillock.
Though she defined herself clearly as a wicked, bloodthirsty super-criminal.
Yet her ties with Ballard or the Prophet seemed tight enough to be mustered for missions.
If one sought to connect with the Justice Camp or even validate the Prophet’s condition, going through her appeared a feasible option.
Fueled by such thoughts, subsequent actions followed.
And the scenario seemed smooth, indeed the old friend accepted the summons, albeit overly cautious.
Clang...
Actually, there wasn’t a sound at that moment, but the "web" shaking invited imagined sound effects.
At a glance, it seemed a figure moved through the disturbance, passing through it only to hide in another shadow.
The sticky sensation grew stronger.
Fu Qian looked down at his hand, already showing the same unusual sheen as Catherine.
"Having someone watch while eating, it’s a bit embarrassing?"
Almost an obvious aggressive gesture, yet he still didn’t mind, seemingly comprehending something.
"Indeed, I’ve heard of such matters, let me step out first, feel free."
Not mere words, next moment Fu Qian rose and directly made to leave.
Click!
Though he halted after only a step, yet saw the path ahead waver with emerging spikes, blocking his way.
"These spikes feel a bit cool."
Naturally avoid pricking, that moment Fu Qian muttered staring at the sinister objects beneath.
"Neither of you may go... both of you."
The phrase seemed to activate a switch, next a cold voice spoke.
...
Compared to Akasha, indeed lacked too much enthusiasm.
That moment Fu Qian turned back, looking at where he had just been seated.
Catherine still stood rigid aside, but on the once empty chair beside her, there was now a "person."
By Fu Qian’s standards, he deemed it fit to classify such.
Far less voluptuous than Akasha’s frame, rather somewhat frail in comparison.
Below her sky-blue long hair, was a face with scant human qualities.
Admittedly not hard on the eyes, yet revealing more than a single fang below her lip, instantly recalled a temperamental Justice Camp member — seemed called Crystal?
Fu Qian reminisced a presence once freezing him solid, using cross-species aesthetics, swiftly linked the visage to an Ice Wolf shrouded by white mist.
Indeed, where Akasha appeared bashful about showing up.
"Welcome, welcome."
Though masked, in that moment Fu Qian managed a reunion smile, actively responding to the Crystal Demigod’s summons by sitting back down.
Wrong person? Oh, absolutely right.
Akasha was just a bit of both good and evil, the present figure was downright righteously twisted.