Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

"Are you sure it's necessary?"

He looked at the third holy object and asked casually before paying it.

The forearm is long and short, and the whole body is rugged and gray-black, except for a bright white line on the blade, which extends all the way to the tip of the knife that looks like a thorn.

The integrated body and handle look a bit like turbulent water condensed on it, but if you look closely, you can see that the two are completely different, more like bones soaked black by sewage.

Permeated with evil and sublimity that he had never seen before, Fu Qian had no doubt about the lethality of this thing.

"No matter how you look at it, you have the upper hand. As long as you wait like this, if I become slightly unbalanced, you will win."

"You even said yourself just now that the outcome is already determined."

"That is indeed true. From the moment you swallowed the pieces that belonged to me, there is no way you can get rid of it."

Agents maintain a good habit of answering questions before payment.

“You will always be a part of this world and a part of me.”

"But the process is not necessarily necessary. Considering that you showed unreasonable tenacity, even after swallowing the second portion of the power belonging to the gods, I need to speed up the process."

"But don't worry, I won't walk over there with the weapon in my hand and insert it into your heart."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the agent change the direction of the weapon and stab it directly into his chest.

"To break down this tenacity faster, you need to introduce stronger feelings."

This did not affect his continued speaking at all, and he even slowly turned his arms while speaking, cutting an arc out of his chest.

It was different from the wound that closed instantly when I took out the knife just now.

The entire area around this smooth incision was dyed with the color of the blade, turning it into an almost glassy state.

The agent's movements didn't even stop. The short knife continued to extend downward, cutting out arcs one after another, as if he was trying to carve himself a piece of scale armor.

"Do you feel it? Our pain."

……

of course.

Although it was extremely difficult to look down, Fuqian knew very clearly that his hand was making exactly the same movements as the other person's, even though he was not holding a knife.

What's even more amazing is that even though he didn't have a knife in his hand, he still felt his chest being cut open piece by piece.

And even relying solely on perception, he couldn't confirm whether the pain, which was far beyond physical cutting, came from the reflection of the body opposite, or whether his own chest was really cut open.

Very smart move, this guy really doesn't need to stab himself.

The nature of the other party's behavior is very simple, it is to introduce an exaggerated degree of stimulation and destroy the balance that he has managed to maintain.

My original state was shaky, and any ripple in my feelings could potentially create a huge wave and break the boundaries of my self-cognition.

Now the other party is equivalent to directly introducing huge waves.

Not only is he intelligent and willful, but he is also an accelerator who doesn't like to waste time. The goal of this mission is quite interesting.

In addition, I have to say that although he is just an agent, the level of power behind him is really exaggerated.

The nature of this knife is similar to the impurities mixed in the opponent's body, and it can actually achieve this level.

"Of course, so you knew I was going to swallow that fish?"

However, even in the desperate situation, and even the sound quality has been infinitely closer to that of an agent, Fu Qian still adheres to the good habits of being sensitive and eager to learn.

"Don't know, including the first fragments."

The other party obviously noticed Fu Qian's pronunciation, and even looked pleased with it. The specific manifestation was that he actually brought a hint of Fu Qian's tone when responding, making the two infinitely close.

"You are very keen, and at the same time cold-blooded and cruel. After they failed to use my power to imprison you, I originally did not plan to do anything to you. Unfortunately, you are unable to control your own madness and actually want to digest the authority of the gods."

Sure enough, it was you who did it. Just tell me why you used such an exaggerated killing move at the beginning, but then it became much more routine.

Although he knew that the other party's words were also a means of speeding up, Fu Qian still sighed in his heart.

So decisive.

After discovering that his threat level had soared, he gave up directly. "You don't understand their relationship with me at all, whether they are fragments or fish that you swallowed."

"Do you think there is a significant difference in power between the two portions, so eating the second portion may not have the same negative effects as the first portion?"

"It's a pity. I am a perfect fusion of the powers of the gods. Every part of my power is essentially 'I'."

"Of course you will soon too."

"Perfect indeed."

Looking at the mixed scene exposed under the scales, Fu Qian sincerely recognized the other party's fusion ability, and was deeply aware of the dying "self".

The time for pseudo-god transformation is almost over. As soon as it is over, with weaker resistance, you will become part of this perfect fusion at a faster speed.

"But I'm a little curious, don't these gods mind? Is it so difficult to share an agent?"

"And the memory Frankie shared just now, it should be true, right? What caused it? I believe you should know?"

Even so, he still has not given up his good habit of not being ashamed to ask questions.

"I know, don't worry."

The agent's attitude of putting truth above life seems to have touched the agent.

The specific manifestation is that at the same time as he answered, the short knife in his hand penetrated deeper and cut a thrilling wound directly across the abdomen.

"Soon 'our' curiosity will be automatically satisfied."

After running in both directions, his voice was exactly the same as Fu Qian's.

……

This pleasant exchange has ended in stages.

Fu Qian understood the meaning of the other party's words quite well, and at the same time felt the tsunami-like impact of the heavy trauma.

"Okay."

The next moment he responded and gave up resistance.

The self that I had been struggling to maintain suddenly collapsed, and most of my body no longer belonged to me in the true sense.

He didn't even wait for the pseudo-god's reincarnation to end.

"It's really greedy and crazy——"

And the next moment, the sentence that appeared in his consciousness and even the surprise that accompanied it came to an abrupt end.

Instead, there was soul-trembling fear.

"What's this!"

And this consciousness, Fu Qian was very sure that it did not belong to him.

I couldn't wait to erode my own strength just now, and I was drawing a clear line with myself like crazy and giving myself back.

Pay Qian naturally chose to refuse.

Of course he knew the source of this fear.

Want to erode our ego?

All good things are given to you, including the extraction of life that is beyond everything and cannot be cut off in any way.

The Pope's gifts are gifts. If you feel they are not good, they are used in the wrong way.

"Quickly cut it off, do you really want to die together?"

The roar in his consciousness continued.

"Okay, provided you can find the source of this connection."

Fu Qian responded simply, his voice cold and firm.

"Find Him." (End of Chapter)