Chapter 2440 - 2435: The Prophet Is Dead (46)
Chapter 2440: Chapter 2435: The Prophet Is Dead (46)
Indeed, without the Prophet’s Holy Link, has it all turned into scattered sand?
The aroma of roasted meat seemed to float in the air, yet at that moment, Fu Qian’s attention was on the surrounding commotion.
In a typical script, this would be the moment when the villains narrowly escape death and their arrogance reaches its peak, becoming the prime opportunity to rally and uphold justice.
Especially since this place was originally a gathering spot for sages.
However, even with the scene so tragic here, the surroundings remained eerily silent.
Of course, it wasn’t that they hadn’t been noticed; Fu Qian even believed there would be plenty of observers spectating the whole time.
But precisely because of this, the Lord’s notion of "unknown justice" becomes even more compelling to the heart.
At such a moment of change, with uncertainty ahead, what’s the point of exerting oneself to eliminate him?
Not to mention whether he could be eliminated and the various risks to be taken in the process.
It’s just that without the Prophet, the one to assure everyone of victory, despite the abundance of experts at the Unseen Hillock, they couldn’t organize such an action.
Not only the Justice Camp, even the super criminals haven’t come out to cause trouble.
One can fully imagine everyone’s struggles to cope with the transformation.
So much so that at the entire Unseen Hillock, the most leisurely person seemed to be the Crystal over there.
The purpose of Holle’s surprise attack was actually quite clear, hoping to buy some escape time for her.
But while it can be understood, she didn’t appear to want to just give up.
Simultaneously, as a target that would only heal from any attack, even if the Lord were briefly restricted, it seemed there was nothing to be done—
"I apologize for all my previous rudeness, could you please help, sir? I’m willing to pay any price."
At a certain moment, Crystal finally realized something, running directly to Fu Qian without saying a word, seeking help from the audience present.
Though her stance was peculiar, her tactics were undoubtedly more mysterious, and this dubious foreigner was seemingly the only variable in the current situation.
And she didn’t resort to any moral high ground like safeguarding justice, merely apologized and helplessly implored on a personal level.
"Okay, let him release."
Given the character of this gentleman, achieving this wasn’t easy.
And by now, Fu Qian didn’t give the remaining Demigods another chance to perform, really nodding his head.
How to deal with the Lord in front appeared to be a troublesome problem; the key issue was dealing with a Death Angel later.
Yet, regardless, the local gang seemed unable to provide any good ideas.
...
What is deterrent power, at that moment, it was truly showcased.
Originally entangled tightly with the Lord, Holle almost immediately detached from above.
It wasn’t because he was in good mental health or responsive, it was easy to notice the detachment was due to the Lord.
Regardless, towards Grim Ballard, he apparently paid considerable attention.
And upon hearing that frightening remark, he seemed to activate some item and, at any cost, extracted himself and got into position.
"I thought you’d leave first."
Without removing the Electric Armor, the Lord expressed puzzlement towards the foreigner’s action.
"Very soon, it’s not as crowded as I imagined here."
Fu Qian didn’t hide his disappointment towards the Demigods.
"Then before that, kill me? I’m looking forward to seeing your tactics."
The Lord obviously wouldn’t be careless but appeared genuinely curious.
"Well said, actually, it was inspired by Lord Holle."
Fu Qian didn’t hold back, speaking as he glanced towards the Ashen Messenger.
The latter had clearly lost his stable form, with the reactively awakened Crystal desperately trying to restrain his struggles.
Inspiration?
The Lord’s mind raised a question, only to witness the stance covered by Mirror Armor rapidly swelling.
...
The ratio should be about right.
In more than one reverent gaze, Fu Qian not only chose to be larger, like Holle, but even executed the enlargement ratio rigorously.
Only, standing upright and on all fours indeed had a big difference; the visual impact was far stronger.
"Good tactics... but do you really think it’ll work?"
Even the concerned Lord, at that moment facing the Giant Divine Soldier appearing before him, seemed to experience a brief distraction.
But after all, he’d been through ups and downs, he quickly regained composure, questioning the effect.
"Of course."
Knowing the other appeared to be mocking, but was very alert, Fu Qian didn’t make anyone wait long.
After a confident remark, one giant arm continued to transform, losing its original shape in no time, the front becoming a fierce giant mouth.
"Lord Holle inspired not just a little."
With a solemn declaration, the arm was anchored to the Lord and shot forth.
If it can’t be killed, then trap it; a very practical mindset, what if further devoured?
Although the food wouldn’t obediently surrender, upon discovering the snarling giant teeth, the Lord seemed to realize something, his body enveloped by electric light directly transformed into a stream.
Unfortunately, just as a glimmer of life was about to be seized, the most feared thing still happened, an unreasonable force reappeared, and the next moment he returned to the starting point.
And that fierce giant mouth agilely turned, swallowing whole — oh?
Fu Qian swung his arm slightly, seemingly searching the gaps between the teeth for meat strands, yet there was indeed nothing there.
At the last moment, a hand unexpectedly appeared, grabbing a black bag, wrapped the person inside, and pulled away.
...
Isn’t this a bit too abstract? Transdimensional abduction?
Reflecting on the scene just now, Fu Qian sighed, his body quickly dehydrating, without attempting to explore the spot.
Indeed, not only inspired by Holle, the thinking had always been coherent.
Using every means to expose the Death Angel’s vulnerabilities, how could it be wasted easily?
The Lord who shared his ability undoubtedly became a link to guide to him.
Killing doesn’t matter in such a case, directly using Insight to see the situation, the result might be interesting — though it’s even more interesting now.
In Fu Qian’s line of sight, the line left by the Thread of Concern points straightly to a familiar direction, the legendary Wise Lake.
It’s well known, the Superior Beings only know how to win.
If Insight doesn’t succeed, no worry, even if the person was saved, the Thread of Concern will still directly indicate the direction.
Even ultimately pointing to such a classic location, how could one not feel content—
"Taking a break?"
Ignoring the two Crystals, in a flash, Fu Qian had already revisited the old place.
What is more comforting is, by the lake, there’s a familiar lounge chair, with someone lying there even.
And facing the colorful hair, Fu Qian naturally greeted.
Yes, though it’s a familiar scene, lying there wasn’t the Prophet, but the Clown.