Isn’t there sothing a bit off with the na "Lonely King"? His life seems quite colorful, doesn’t it?
Having offspring before, and now there’s even a Goddess of Sin accompanying him?
Although that mont felt quite unpleasant, with a rich imagination, Fu Qian could easily conjure up so special scenarios.
But joking aside, if a character like this were truly added, the notion of offspring seems to beco considerably more legitimate.
So, am I supposed to destroy the love crystal of the Lonely King and the Goddess of Sin?
Honestly, just from these two nas, the offspring they produce are bound to feel extraordinary.
Of course, there is still a problem—the grammar of the storage seems a bit problematic, doesn’t it?
Normally, shouldn’t it be about preventing the Goddess of Sin from giving birth to offspring?
Superior beings can’t be asured with common sense, this point isn’t an issue, but did they directly learn from seahorses?
A bit reluctant to imagine that scene, Fu Qian’s gaze fell on the thorns on his arm, naturally leading to another question—can the Night Watchman see this scene?
The sudden suspicion of an added Goddess of Sin surely complicates matters, and the danger level rapidly escalates.
But that may not be the greatest impact—once the Night Watchman sees and understands this, the tripod-like balance may change easily—yet the Night Watchman seems unable to see.
Soon Fu Qian got the answer because the burlap doll remained indifferent.
It seems, while the Night Watchman may see that he’s suffering so kind of damage, the manner of damage is sowhat vague to them.
So, does the Native Council indeed have deep mastery over this place?
While respecting the Night Watchman’s choice, Fu Qian arrives at the next conclusion without hesitation.
If the Night Watchman can’t see it, it’s almost certain that the Goddess of Sin belongs to a special power here, rather than being brought in by the Native Council.
Just this point is enough to prove they have been plotting for a long ti and have grasped so profound rules.
And while being suppressed, they’ve already placed a snare here—but it’s also an opportunity.
Every crisis is a PR opportunity.
It seems dire, but one might wonder how Lord Ariel would act in such a situation—
Fu Qian reached out and grabbed a cluster of sharp thorn spikes.
This motion made the palm instantly riddled with holes, yet he seed unaware, as even the flow wasn’t red blood, but rather strands of brilliant golden fla.
In the blink of an eye, the Fire of Madness was already overwhelming.
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As an absolute result-oriented individual, faced with the current situation, Ariel would only have two reactions—run or not run.
Sounds like a cliché, but the key point lies in why "not running" has beco untenable.
Even if one ca for a suicide mission, there should be so objective, isn’t it?
So in these tis of crisis, what the "real" Ariel is doing now undoubtedly expresses the "objective"—after all, it matches the preceding actions.
Indeed, I, Ariel, ca to make the Fire of Madness burn fiercely in the depths of the ntal World.
Surely, in such a commotion, the Night Watchman would notice, wouldn’t he?
And on the brink of despair, ignoring life and death, only thinking of unleashing the Fire of Madness.
Such actions would undoubtedly not be done by any sane person.
Just this point would be enough to make Ya Yu and his group find it doubly difficult to clear their na.
But, this doesn’t an they give up on clearing their na—it doesn’t an success elsewhere.
If the Substitute Emissary can pass on the Sins Thorns to , then why can’t the Fire of Madness be passed on?
Furthermore, fire overcos wood.
Ultimately, the Substitute Emissary may beco one of the tripod legs only by leveraging the special circumstances—his actual ranking isn’t that high.
Unless he can mobilize more of the Goddess of Sin’s power, otherwise it’s certain he’ll burn out first—and it is possible.
Facts prove that the Superior Being they’ve long encountered doesn’t seem to have a good impression of them.
Thorns, bloodstains... at that mont Fu Qian clearly saw the Substitute Emissary opposite almost imdiately overwheld, everything swiftly evaporating under the golden fla.
However, such motion lasted less than a second before clear, oily fluid gushed from the gaps in the broken ssenger.
Moist, without any strange sll, even sowhat familiar to the nose.
Fu Qian was quite certain of this, as it was erging from himself too.
As for the familiar reason—Brother Broken.
Back in Akons, the pale-faced man’s knife seed to be sared with similar stuff.
And Fu Qian had distinct impressions of its effects, such as directly preventing his cut heart from rging, entering a sowhat abstract operational state.
Indeed, the Lonely King has made a move.
The power suspected to be from the Goddess of Sin’s consort can also count as her power, right?
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The Lonely King seed angry, even towards his vessel.
In the changes before him, Fu Qian could easily interpret this.
It’s not surprising—after all, he seed to be offending the child’s mother.
Fu Qian wasn’t annoyed by the Lonely King’s inclination, he always had self-awareness.
Not to ntion the Fire of Madness he brought, the perception wasn’t pleasing either.
In summary, his state continued to worsen.
Just as the thorns were burned away, the Lonely King’s power began to exert itself.
The specific effect, unsurprisingly, was even more exaggerated than Brother Broken at the ti.
A not-so-apt analogy, at that mont, the wounds on his body beca activated; they were no longer re appendages of the body concept but rather evolved into more independent entities, living in a world that uses flesh as the backdrop.
And now they began a revelry, swimming freely in this Second Order Extraordinary Body.
At the sa ti, the Substitute Emissary on the opposite seed to be far less affected—there was a distinct difference in treatnt.
Understandably, fairness has always been rare.
At that mont, Fu Qian sighed with emotion.
However, it’s a pity that the favor from the Superior Being isn’t exclusive—ever heard of the Abandonnt King?
This bit of damage might be challenging for a Second Phase to bear, but when it cos to underlying strength, you’ll realize what a substitute truly ans.
Crack—
Seemingly responding to Fu Qian’s comntary, the fiery life-and-death ga advanced to a new phase.
With an excruciating sound, the substitute’s body finally gave in, first dissolving into pieces.
The tripod-like balance instantly shattered, and Ariel on the opposite showed no response throughout—but there was a change.
Fu Qian’s gaze fell on the other’s abdon.
Silently, it had already swollen prominently.
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