Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1287 Loss of Image (Twenty-nine)

To deal with Qian, the Brilliant Tyrant had already thought of a plan.

It can be said that the action strategy of seeking personal gain through this change of position has been executed perfectly, and so far the harvest has been quite a lot.

Of course, the side effect is that Jane's level of trouble has increased visibly.

But that's just the surface. For the parties involved, it's not a bad thing.

After three consultations under her own leadership, her situation became clear to a certain extent.

In addition to the final reservation plan, it is finally possible to prescribe the right medicine.

The Brilliant Tyrant was undoubtedly the most suitable choice for Fu Qian.

Although it is not certain that there is a connection between the two, as one of the forms of the remnants of the law, its essential attributes are undoubtedly close to the star law of this world.

And its effect is to "become the core of confusion of rules and distort all surrounding forms of existence."

If it is true, as Jacques said, that the influence of the stars is everywhere, and precise and correct laws are an essential part of the world, then there is nothing more suitable to destroy the world than this.

Of course, Fu Qian is not so optimistic that just by standing here, everything will be burned and nightmares will be torn apart.

Even the most symptomatic drugs must reach a high concentration to be considered therapeutic.

But don’t be too rigid in everything. Destroying the world is not enough, but destroying a local world can still be tried, right?

Facing the direction of the patient on the ground, Fu Qian took a step forward.

"Stand still! What the hell are you?"

Not surprisingly, it was colleagues who expressed dissatisfaction first.

Unfortunately, given the height difference at this moment, Brother Jacques was forced to look up even if he was looking at the mouth on his chest.

……

Jacques's shock was certainly not due to a simple change in height difference.

Considering that Zhuyu with the long mouth on the chest is in front, the simple expansion of the body is nothing at all.

It’s the other side that’s really visually striking.

At this moment, with Fu Qian's swollen body as the center, pale, extended and bifurcated cracks were emerging in the void, like ice cracks in space.

Even as Fu Qian moved, a structure like strange-shaped long wings was pulled out behind his back.

This is the most essential manifestation of the twisted power of the glorious tyrant, extremely dreamy and extremely cold.

The reason for this visual effect is also very simple. Fu Qian opened Burning Frost first.

As expected, everything is given a supernatural and cold appearance, and even the power of the tyrant is visualized.

"I told you to stand still!"

This excessive pressure caused distortion and tearing even the psyche.

With Jacques's sharp scolding, the smell of blood around him suddenly became strong.

Extending from his wings, the blood-colored stripes that were originally slowly rising and converging, condensed directly around Fu Qian as if twitching.

In order to exchange for a better communication atmosphere, this arrangement was obviously started just now, and Fu Qian had been pretending not to see it.

Judging from the current situation, this method that took such a long time to prepare is more similar to a cage than a killing array.

At this moment, the strange-shaped stripes are already intertwined and gathered, densely intertwined like a cocoon.

……

By the way, why does this scene look so familiar?

Whoever starts to create a cocoon will have no descendants?

Fu Qian was also very emotional about this, and it was easy to think of what he had done to a certain demigod of the Vampire Clan.

"Originally I only wanted to take one person back, but you are so positive and you do seem to be a good research subject. I believe other people will be very interested in you."

When the giant bloody cocoon completely blocked the line of sight, Jacques's voice came again, obviously very confident in his own methods.

Of course it makes sense for him to think so.

Although similar in appearance, the giant carved cocoon in front of me is fundamentally different from the one I weaved with pure tentacles. The latter is similar to locking people with an iron door, while the former is a purely conceptual creation, like a "No Access" sign standing there.

It is the impenetrable itself.

The only drawback may be that Jacques was forced to activate, which was a bit hasty and not rigorous enough. He could easily find a position to escape before forming.

But that was no longer a concern, as the target didn't look like he was trying to escape.

……

"Hmph, even a small skill can be used to do the same thing."

His eyes were completely surrounded by blood, and there was even a pool of flowing blood under his feet.

In such a difficult situation, if you stand with your hands behind your back, your power as a tyrant will not diminish.

The impact of the giant cocoon's impenetrability, and even the cracks of disillusionment all over the body, are blocked and can only twist and turn internally.

"Impossible, the law is actually being eroded! What a blasphemy!"

However, even so, it still triggered a huge reaction from Jacques at the next moment.

Even compared to when Fu Qian questioned the stars, the degree was even better - it was like seeing a person being killed but not dead.

"What exactly is your purpose here today?"

Jacques's voice even calmed down again, as if what was happening in front of him made the emotion of anger no longer important.

He just wanted to know the answer.

"Where the hell are you from...or what kind of nightmare is this?"

Is the concept of nightmare actually recognized by even vampires?

Jacques's question actually inspired Fu Qian to sigh in his heart.

Considering the relationship between these guys and the stars and the laws, their feelings should be one of the hardest to hide.

The world is really suffering from nightmares, not the Order's misunderstanding.

The situation seems clearer, but it also eliminates the possibility of fluke.

Subverting the world seems to be the only solution.

"Haha... erosion?"

Fu Qian still didn't move, he let out a deep laugh, and his speech was even more domineering.

"Nothing in front of me is absolutely correct...because I am correct!"

It seems that the intensity is not enough.

Of course, it is one thing to make a speech that is like a transformation. When it comes to the real situation, you still have to be realistic.

It is true that as Jacques said, the giant cocoon's barrier to the crack is not without cost. Under the distortion of the glorious tyrant "I am God's will", the former has obviously been affected.

But it's just a cognitive impact similar to a rusty diamond, and its impact on its stability is far less exaggerated.

This is not surprising. The opponent this time is the "truth" of the world, not to mention that the effect of the Brilliant Tyrant needs to be enhanced over time.

"Rampant lunatic!"

Sure enough, Fu Qian's words instantly aroused Jacques's dissatisfaction.

"I don't know how you do it, but you can keep pushing harder until the simple treatment I'm giving her is done."

You have to work harder, otherwise at this pace, time may be a bit tight.

He didn't care about the other person's tone and really accepted the suggestion before paying him.

The next moment he snapped his fingers, and the old scars opened.

Anyway, it doesn’t cost any money to try.

Do you understand the value of the double halo?

(End of this chapter)