Chapter 1372: Chapter 1370: Fallen Guest Empire (29)
Lady Xia indeed did not deceive .
Although the source of the illness was found, as Good Doctor Leytin, Fu Qian didn’t step forward to examine it.
Because it was clear that his own digestion issues were also severe.
Or to be precise, it should be called an absorption issue.
The Bronze Ring Fish consud, under the effect of Insight, still dissolved rapidly.
However, what followed wasn’t a new gain, but rather a sudden intensification of the previously acquired negative effects.
The feeling of a front-wheel drive turning into a four-wheel drive.
Fu Qian’s sense of self imdiately dispersed, rging with the sensation of being wrapped by his stomach.
In the eerie tug-of-war, there was a faint appearance of Nirvana.
And the degree of losing control over his body was unwaveringly increasing — even with the activation of Pseudo-Divine Being.
That’s right, before unleashing a thousand tentacles, the buffering period for Pseudo-Divine Being had ended, and Fu Qian unhesitatingly spent 10 SAN Points again.
A mission worthy of its level 1 na!
While truly self-conflicting, Fu Qian silently watched the anomaly in the corner without rushing into any rash actions.
He certainly wasn’t interested in wiping out Fran and the others.
Otherwise, how could they have left so intact?
In fact, Fu Qian wasn’t even interested in alerting these lost ones to make them realize the truth.
The purpose of initiating the attack was very simple, under extre pressure, the Fallen Star Clan had already contributed their value.
As a bloodthirsty capitalist, how could there be a mont of idleness?
What must be done is to quickly discard the scraps and turn to the next cattle or horse, or the next possible cattle or horse.
For example, that Nightmare Spokesperson.
If it can’t be found, the subsequent value of this mission journey is already not worth continuing.
The problem is, from the start until now, the role that evidently has great control over the nightmare hasn’t shown any intention of appearing, being shyer than imagined.
And as for himself, he has no ti to play hide and seek with him.
So he directly chose to create conditions for him to co find himself.
In fact, at this mont, that wriggling polyp had truly swelled to the size of a person.
And in the next mont, it even used limb-like parts to perform a self-excision surgery, pulling the body out.
…
No features, no hair.
Accompanied by a graceful drop to all fours, that lump purely ford of swirling currents had indeed stretched into a human form.
It even shimred with the legendary iridescent black on its surface.
And at the first mont of standing upright, this mannequin-like Creation posed exactly like Fu Qian.
The only difference is that his left arm was still intact.
Fu Qian didn’t change his posture to see if the other would mimic him.
Because in that instant, he completely lost control over his body.
Of course, as compensation, he gained the self-awareness of two bodies.
That’s right, it was a very peculiar feeling.
As if the enveloping “stomach” was a part of himself, the sensations from the opposite body were more than ten tis stronger, and detaching from it was even more difficult.
Fu Qian instantly had a strong sense of self-examination — along with another consciousness.
That’s right, every part of his body at this mont was filled with self-dispersion after swallowing the fragnts, and the chaotic alternation of the feeling of being eroded after contacting the Bronze Ring Fish.
And this is the reason he couldn’t move now.
One slight mistake, and he would completely lose that part of himself.
It’s not just on the physical level.
This is the true pollution.
“You are very special, but the outco has long been predetermined.”
And in the next mont, a voice from the source of pollution unexpectedly emanated from beneath that indistinct face opposite.
A very unique voice, sowhat like a poor-quality distorted speaker, with each word entangled in deford and contradicting notes, almost having a dinsion-crossing, direct impact on the psyche.
Not to ntion, this voice indeed had a ntal version.
Upon entering the ears, a cognition simultaneously surfaced in the mind: this statent was made by himself.
This dual-dinsional ntal impact, for a slightly weaker will, would likely result in madness on the spot, making it hard to maintain that last bit of balance.
…
“It really is a skull.”
Yet, amidst this magical audio invasion, Fu Qian cautiously maneuvered his vocal cords to make a response that was clearly detached from normal human thinking.
Fortunately, the other party was no ordinary person.
The specific manifestation was, although there was no sound, a black hand naturally reached towards the back of the head.
At that position, the smooth, hairless head surprisingly had a missing piece of outer shell.
The edges were even rough, as if forcibly torn away.
And through this missing part, the internal section was even more astonishing.
If it was all swirling currents, Fu Qian wouldn’t find anything particularly unusual.
After all, more than ninety percent, this was the agent related to the power of the Nightmare Origin, identical in texture to the Pool of Origin, which was not strange.
But at this mont, with a glance, it was far more chaotic than imagined inside.
Apart from black currents, various eerie creations incompatible in nature were churning up inside.
It unconsciously reminded one of a garbage bin soaked in water.
This overly bizarre scene almost incited the urge to touch one’s own skull.
Fu Qian indeed touched his own skull.
Because the instant the other perford the previous motion, his own body almost synchronously replicated it.
“A long ti ago, I granted them, but I didn’t expect you would eat it.”
And after stroking for a few seconds, that eerie voice finally sounded again, acknowledging the issue Fu Qian pointed out.
“A very peculiar coping thod, but not enough to render you immune to the influence.”
…
Not bad at all, even more talkative than imagined.
Regarding this response, Fu Qian imdiately expressed great satisfaction.
Of course, he wouldn’t assu the other was the type of verbose antagonist.
This conversation clearly held significance, such as helping to dismantle his resistance from physical and ntal aspects.
One piece of evidence is, while the other spoke, he exerted considerable effort to restrain the urge to mimic.
“Agent?”
Even so, Fu Qian still cherished this opportunity for dialogue.
“You could say that. I am the ssenger of the Great Beings, and the Guard.”
The other party naturally didn’t mind answering questions.
The Great Beings, seems like I know why this garbage-bin feeling exists.
“Though one absolutely dominates, this nightmare doesn’t contain only one Superior Being’s will, but a mix of many forces?”
“Yes.”
Indeed.
The other candidly admitted, Fu Qian felt a surge of answered doubts.
“The Holy Relic in the pool is the materialization of these other chaotic forces? Did you take it out and place it there?”
“Yes.”
“And what about the missing knife…”
Before Fu Qian could finish asking, he’d already found the answer.
The figure opposite slowly pulled out a short knife from its body.
Aid at him.
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