Chapter 1330: Chapter 1328: Night Visit to the Vampire (3)
As an essential skill for an Angel Envoy, the Gospel Blast has always been optional to publicize.
This ti, Fu Qian was anything but discreet. The High-Hat Elder’s roar was abruptly cut off, his vacant, dazed eyes accompanied by thunderous rumbles sweeping in all directions.
Such commotion was certain to attract nurous elites from The Sect. Coupled with the pitiful state of the old Sect Saint, it wasn’t difficult to imagine the level of alertness and the intensity of the ensuing search.
Yet Fu Qian’s pace remained unhurried as he passed by the opponent who had completely lost the ability to resist.
If you can’t beat them, call for reinforcents. That’s undoubtedly a correct and decisive choice—if the option was even available to this opponent.
Every aberration has its reason; don’t succumb to the bad habit of taking things at face value.
For instance, how did this opponent even detect him?
Furthermore, knowing the na Herbert also implied awareness of Fu Qian’s previous triumphs. Yet instead of imdiately summoning help upon encountering him, the opponent only did so after failing to drive him away.
With a bit of open-minded thinking, it becos clear that whether blocking the path or calling for reinforcents, both inherently aid to prevent Fu Qian from progressing further.
Thus, Fu Qian didn’t just refrain from interference—he even chose to help spread the word.
The facts soon demonstrated another anomaly: the space they were in seed unwilling to transmit the chaos outside.
A specific example was how another Sect Saint, stationed not too far below, showed no discernible reaction.
…
Fu Qian had actually been curious all along about how the Bloodline Clan would choose to convene today.
After all, thanks to last night’s visit, it was reasonable to believe that The Sect’s vigilance had risen substantially.
Previously, the Bloodline Clan’s approach was straightforward: directly execute the nearly universal “Untouchable” skill, stride in brazenly, and at most disrupt the usual order of the church.
However, with his assistance, The Sect now showed a clear awareness of such overly flamboyant thods of infiltration, even implenting asures like banning spatial blinking to counter them.
Under these circumstances, whether a group of Untouchables could still create enough chaos without being discovered beca highly doubtful.
And even if they weren’t exposed, what might eventually be unleashed carried disconcertingly uncontrollable risks.
Such behavior lacked elegance for the Bloodline Clan and was unlikely to persist as a viable strategy.
Indeed, the facts seed to align. Apart from earlier anomalies, the operations of The Sect that night didn’t exude an excessive odor of chaos.
Choosing to follow The Sect’s team back rather than acting solo wasn’t just about hitching a ride.
The team included nurous high-ranking mbers of The Sect, making it easy to discern any underlying disruptions in operations through their behavior.
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At a steady pace, Fu Qian was not far from reaching the building’s uppermost level.
By now, he had a rough idea of the Bloodline Clan’s strategy for keeping things subtle today—the space they were in might not be entirely real. Monts ago, he had likely crossed an invisible boundary.
Of course, this didn’t imply that the old man he had dispatched was a re illusion.
This was not a Dream but an overlap.
People outside the boundary could enter without hindrance, move normally, and even genuinely eliminate others of their kind.
But they were incapable of forming any connection with the Bloodline Clan mbers existing in the true space.
The basis for such an assertion was not just the earlier testing and speculation but also a recent vivid example—the Hunting Domain he had observed at invitation.
To avoid collateral damage, isolating the target in a special domain was an undeniably morable hunting thod.
As the Godson favored by the Stars Association and a natural vessel of law, it wasn’t surprising for the Bloodline Clan to master such techniques, or even more advanced versions.
Still, if this speculation were true, then the Bloodline Clan was being quite impolite.
Fu Qian had accepted the invitation to attend the eting. It was one thing not to provide a guiding path, but arriving with the Brilliant Tyrant activated, practically knocking all the way, only to be greeted by puppets trying to drive him away?
No doubt about it—the High-Hat Elder earlier was, in Fu Qian’s judgnt, most likely a summoned puppet.
Never place your hopes on self-restraint. Brother Jake might have shown a hint of principles, but, as a group with unfettered leeway, it wasn’t difficult to imagine soone indulging their twisted humor by transforming a human Sect Saint into a puppet.
Factoring this in, it beca quite clear why the victim was waiting there—it wasn’t because he had discovered sothing but because soone had inford him.
Ascending the final spiral staircase, Fu Qian moved forward along the corridor without any pause.
“Welco!”
At so point, a slightly effeminate voice broke the silence, full of flourish.
Almost simultaneously, a faint light pierced through the darkness from around the corner ahead, flickering slightly.
Having surveyed the building’s layout earlier, Fu Qian naturally knew that beyond was the tower’s highest point.
Without hesitation, Fu Qian adjusted his cape mid-stride, deactivating the Brilliant Tyrant as his body rapidly shrank.
By the ti he rounded the corner, he had resud his normal size, with the now-swinging doors ahead coming into view.
Beyond the doors was a spacious circular hall illuminated by lit candles, their flas reflecting off nurous crimson eyes staring back.
The most conspicuous figure was a gentleman clad in opulent robes, seated directly opposite the doors.
“Welco! You may call ‘Elder.'”
With refined features, an elegant deanor, and an ageless appearance, he slightly nodded in greeting under Fu Qian’s gaze.
“Forgive , but your na isn’t on the attendee list, so there isn’t a seat prepared for you.”
It was indeed the voice from earlier, and no one else present spoke.
Amidst the nurous silent stares, Fu Qian maintained his steady pace as he stepped through the doors.
Clack!
The doors shut behind him.
In a corner, Fu Qian spotted an old friend, Yack, whose expression was noticeably complex.
Screech!
Blood sprayed as a deep gash ran from Yack’s left cheek down to his neck the next mont, as if he had collided with an invisible saw blade, slicing through bone.
Even brushing his hand across the wound left his fingers coated in blood, revealing his starkly white bones in several places.
It seed they still hadn’t learned proper manners.
With an inward sigh, Fu Qian’s steps remained unbroken.
…
“I’ll never comprehend your actions, but I regret you have rejected my goodwill.”
As if within a formless at grinder, each of Fu Qian’s steps brought two-digit wounds to his body.
Blood sprayed like fountains, and amidst the chaos, the Elder let out a burst of hearty laughter.
“The Hazy Saw, my favorite blessing—I hope you’ll appreciate it as well—”
His voice waned as he watched the figure drawing close step by step, ascending the stairs.
Beneath the tattered cloak, the previously mangled limbs gave way to an unspeakable horror.
It was as though an entity of ultimate malevolence had descended upon the scene.
Before there was ti for shock, a hand erged from beneath the cloak, ringing an ornate bell.
The crisp chi resonated, accompanied by an unprecedented sensation. The Godson’s innate favor of the Stars Association seemingly departed his body.
Though it lasted but a mont, the instantaneous loss of divine favor, reducing him to a re mortal, was an impact difficult to erase.
As he was jolted awake by searing pain, a sharp claw had already pierced deep into his chest.
You…
Scarlet patterns surged across his body, bathing him in the glittering radiance of the stars, fully shielding the vessel that had long enjoyed their blessings.
Boom!
In the next mont, an indescribable force crushed the sanctity, righteousness, and purity of that form.
The Elder didn’t even have ti to utter another word.
“Sorry for being late.”
Toying with an oddly-shaped heart in his hand, Fu Qian deactivated the Mythical Form and finally stopped, taking a seat at the now-vacant chair.
“Did I miss anything?”
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