Chapter 1252: Chapter 1250: Feint to the East, Attack in the West
So, this is where we give up on treatnt, huh.
Honestly, Reginald wasn’t wrong.
The changes happening nearby didn’t escape Fu Qian’s notice. He was acutely aware that sothing inside Brain Fork Brother’s gut was undergoing daily transformations.
It had even reached the verge of so sort of qualitative change by now.
The problem was, Fu Qian doubted Reginald’s ability to perceive this.
His earlier words seed more like a pure distraction tactic.
Which ant that this relatively brutal fellow was still bound by principles and disagreed with Fu Qian’s plan.
Moreover, the highest degree of “extra steps” he was willing to take had already been attempted by Fu Qian.
With no results to show for it, this project was likely approaching its end.
But Fu Mou had burned the candle at both ends to get to this point. How could he let it end so easily?
“Don’t tell you guys have a problem with this? Aren’t desk-job types supposed to be more ruthless?”
Fu Qian couldn’t accept this at all.
“You co assist .”
That suggestion made Reginald’s face change several tis, but he pretended not to hear it and instead turned to Amila to issue serious instructions.
“Alright… put on the mask.”
Surprisingly, Amila agreed instantly, even responding with a whispered reminder while avoiding making eye contact with the volunteer.
Cautious, indeed.
It was obvious to Fu Qian that the advice was ant for him. It seed that during prior purification efforts, there had been occasional resistance.
Lowering his presence by putting on the mask wasn’t guaranteed to help, but Fu Qian wasn’t bored enough to reject such well-aning advice.
As he donned the mask, Amila’s entire body began to glow with intricate patterns. The lights emanated outward, stretching into midair.
Though their brightness dimd and they appeared phantasmal, the lines coalesced without dispersing.
In an instant, they ford a ring-like shape in midair, transforming into a unique barrier.
Predictably, Fu Qian found himself isolated outside of it.
“It’s ready.”
Amila signaled Reginald to begin the next mont.
“Alright.”
Without any wasted words, Reginald stepped forward, adopting a gesture reminiscent of Amila’s psychic soothe technique.
Only, the thing that appeared in his palm wasn’t soothing at all—it was a pulsating, deep silver-gray mass.
So, no Judgnt Light, then? Turns out fire really is the best option for cleansing filth?
Though an outsider, Fu Qian could clearly tell that this fire bore a remarkable resemblance to the Lead Fla that had been affixed to the Hunter’s Knife earlier.
And he had personally witnessed the destructive power of such a technique before.
What stood out most was how the Lead Fla in Reginald’s hand continued swelling, visibly accumulating power for what was sure to be a decisive blow. Unfortunately…
BOOM!
A muffled detonation tore through the air like molten silver splashing everywhere. A mass of tallic flas burst violently in all directions.
The heat was palpable even through the barrier, and the concussive force was staggering.
A nearby pool was completely pulverized, scattering water into the air, alongside Reginald’s body.
Flung away by the furious force, he slamd hard against Amila’s barrier in the next instant.
Thankfully, the shield seed to be more of a forcefield, not too rigid. Supported by its cushioning, Reginald quickly regained his footing and dodged the charge of a horse barreling at him.
Yes, a horse. Despite its crude appearance, an actual multicolored “horse” had erged from the lingering mist.
With no ti to turn its head, the creature ramd straight into the barrier with such force that it triggered visible ripples upon impact.
Of course, the cost to itself was a chunk of its head shattering, its remains scattering as a burst of colorful flatworms.
Indeed, this bizarre creation was a result of the contamination affecting Brain Fork Brother.
While Reginald had been concentrating and gathering energy monts earlier, he had been blindsided by the assault, causing his Lead Fla to lose control and explode.
Clearly, the earlier judgnt was right. His claim that the situation was deteriorating was mostly subjective; he lacked precise awareness of the advancent level and paid the price for it.
Now, the resulting scene was one of torn flesh and broken bodies, with his outfit reduced to little more than an intact ornantal cape.
“I’m fine. Reinforce the barrier. Don’t let it escape.”
Despite appearances, his combat capabilities had not been significantly impacted.
Landing on his feet, Reginald imdiately signaled for Amila to hold her position while locking eyes on the mist ahead.
A diminutive horse, barely half a ter tall, wobbled its way out of the haze.
From its head, missing a third of itself, it was clear this was the sa creature that had launched the savage assault earlier.
The front half of its body was composed entirely of those brightly colored leeches.
As they wriggled back, the rear extended into a hollow, empty cavity.
Although the creature was nearly torn in two, Brain Fork Brother was clearly not dead yet, emitting an inhuman wail from its mouth.
The only silver lining was that the chains binding its body were now almost entirely rotted away, restoring it to freedom.
…
This place certainly had its fair share of eye-watering sights.
Even Fu Qian couldn’t help but marvel at the grotesque design before him.
The scene before him closely aligned with what Amila had previously described as the intangible influence caused by Nightmare-adjacent information.
The only detail worthy of mockery was how absurdly far-fetched it was to manifest horses. If anything, transforming into a dical staff would be more logical.
It just went to show how utterly unpredictable contamination could be.
“I underestimated this. The mutation’s pace is even faster than anticipated, but it’s still manageable.”
Reginald sighed in amazent, his confidence unshaken.
As he spoke, both hands once again flared with tallic flas, now burning fiercely. Yet instead of charging forward, he maintained his position while facing down the little horse.
Was he planning to wait for the target to co to him, only to embrace it in a fiery hug?
Fu Qian instantly understood the aning behind the tactic.
It was, in fact, a prudent approach—especially given that the little horse seed driven purely by instinct, showing no understanding of retreat.
Before Fu Qian could finish analyzing the situation, he saw the little horse lurch forward, its target unmistakably Reginald.
It even launched itself with an explosive jump, its hollow rear body staying behind while its writhing leech-half propelled the front half forward in an unsettling manner.
The thod defied all imagination, and its speed was remarkable. But with ample preparation, Reginald had plenty of ti to extend his arms for an embrace.
Yet, despite his anticipation, the move was ultimately for naught.
The little horse, charging at him with abandon, suddenly changed direction mid-stride, smashing headfirst into the barrier instead.
What stunned everyone even more was how the creature wasn’t just feigning; its impact force was astonishingly destructive.
The previously unyielding barrier instantly quaked and was punctured outright.
Rebounding from the force, the “horse,” now barely a coherent form, hurtled towards the volunteer who had been protected behind the barrier.
…
Oh, young ones, so close yet so far.
Not dodging or resisting, allowing the creature to pounce onto his body, Fu Qian let out a sigh in his heart after using Thread of Concern.
Let this old man show you what it ans to find new light after perseverance.
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