Hmm—
The golden fla rose, and the final sound Brother Felt Hat made was crushed along with his neck, causing his head and body to fall to the ground.
In the wake of the tragedy, even though few were paying attention, it still managed to provoke a wave of screams.
Ah—
Followed by an even bigger wave.
The two sections of the corpse on the ground quickly decomposed, separating into strips, then converging into strands spreading outwards, much like what happened the last ti after being shot.
The attention drawn by the first wave of screams undoubtedly took in this scene and, amid the cries, instinctively fled.
Beside the most crowded statue in the church, in an instant, only Fu Qian and that heap remained.
And as the closest flesh and blood body, he undoubtedly beca the pri target.
"Interesting power."
Yet, Fu Qian not only didn’t dodge, but even proactively reached out to catch an unusually large strand.
This action unsurprisingly triggered another wave of screams, as so people started fleeing further out of the church.
"What a pity."
However, watching as the strand quickly caused his own flesh to split into pieces, Fu Qian appeared sowhat disappointed.
Indeed, it was a power of astonishing ranking, but while it caused him damage, it was insufficient to provoke a truly significant mutation.
Like the thing on Sara, compared to the last healing dream, it hadn’t grown stronger.
"You can do it, trust ."
Flicking off what had crawled onto his wrist, the next mont Fu Qian looked at the distant old lady.
She, unable to hide her terror, accepted the earlier suggestion, and the potion bottle was already opened, tightly held in hand.
Though Fu Qian’s encouragent was abrupt, it still seed to help her make the final decision.
The potion splattered, misty water spread, re-enacting the once enchanting, surreal scene.
And just like in mory, the mist quickly gathered onto the rushing insect flow.
The latter also, as last ti, quickly turned transparent and even completely lted away.
The Blessing Potion was as always effective.
"Well done."
Simultaneously, Fu Qian was already standing beside the old lady, giving affirmation.
"So when did you receive this blessing?"
His voice suddenly lowered in the next mont.
"Or to put it differently, when did you start chanting that na backwards?"
...
The old lady’s potion was real, this had been verified earlier on.
It was even verified multiple tis, powerful enough to banish evil.
But there was a problem here, the potion ca from the blessing of Lord Akons.
Yet, according to the current state of this place, it seed like Lord Akons had been out of the picture for quite a long ti.
Yet, even now, a small relic that had lost its source of power could still handle such a ranking of power?
"...Just on the first night of losing a response."
It seed as though her deepest secret had been uncovered, even though she was arguably the ntally strongest among Akons, the old lady’s body was visibly trembling lightly.
"I just got a bit incoherent myself, didn’t expect to actually get a response."
However, this didn’t stop her from answering after a brief silence.
"And after that?"
"Just that one ti, never got another response."
"Thank you."
Having successfully understood the source of the potion, Fu Qian had no intention of continuing to frighten the old lady, politely thanked her, then turned and left without acknowledging anyone else.
Ti to find the main character of this trip.
Doctor Dorian had gathered so many volunteers, hopefully Brother White-Faced Man’s blade would be sharper this ti.
...
It actually was a blessing from long ago.
It felt a bit like that lord, after encountering significant trouble, tried to communicate with believers in that special way — during that Long Night.
If mory served, during the Long Night that ended the Mythic Era, more than one person emphasized that believers lost communication with the New Gods.
Staring at the pitch-black night sky ahead, a thought that had been lingering in Fu Qian’s mind naturally surfaced.
A Supernatural System based on faith, believers abandoned after one night, was Akons truly from a millennium ago?
But the outsiders gathered in the church earlier clearly belonged to different eras.
In what form does it truly exist? How did the outsiders co here?
And as for the first ti, his own experience visiting as an outsider... Full Moon Garden.
That place, that scythe-wielding Doctor Dorian, would it also "truly" exist in a similar way?
A thought present since the beginning of this mission reappeared, along with the scene of the moonlit garden.
Too bad the night isn’t as beautiful here, but at least it’s not lonely.
Dang!
With a clear sound, Fu Qian slapped away a long blade, preventing it from cutting his heart in half a second ti.
It wasn’t that the blade beca weaker, making it easy for him to intercept.
On the contrary, it was too strong, forcing him to intercept it.
Fu Qian was sure that if the blade hit, it would bring more than just a physical wound.
It truly didn’t disappoint him.
The sa round hat, the sa white face, the sa blade.
The assailant who suddenly appeared looked unchanged in appearance.
But Fu Qian was quite clear that the thing standing there was fundantally different.
...
Is this the strength of a growth-type character?
Without failing his expectations, Brother White-Faced Man once again showcased his distinctiveness.
Failed to strike, the opponent took on a familiar stance, not rushing to attack again.
Fu Qian used this opportunity to once again observe the character before him.
This was the true target of this healing dream.
As deduced earlier, Brother White-Faced Man because he was too weak, contrasted starkly with other powers active in Akons.
Having filtered him out for this reason, how to utilize him to attempt impacting the real Akons was undoubtedly a challenge.
The first thing Fu Qian did was try to complete the previously unfulfilled communication, hence intimidating Doctor Dorian, forcing him to open the dream again and to exhaust all resources for survival.
Evidence showed that with so many outsiders providing anchor points, believing in the existence of the white-faced man in the night, this one indeed appeared in an even more exaggerated form.
Solely in terms of ranking, Yasui Tokiyuki, newly included among the New Gods back then, wasn’t any more so.
Fu Qian glanced at the hand that had just slapped the blade away.
The rank’s elevation didn’t make the opponent’s attack so fast that it was unreactable, nor did it injure him.
But with one touch, a special, seemingly familiar change appeared on his hand — color loss.
After using Blasphemy’s Embrace, that feeling of weakened connection with the world.
If he took another Heart Split slash, he feared he would indeed be eliminated.
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