Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

"I'm just guessing. First of all, the pointing is too precise and unique."

Faced with the witch's rhetorical question, which seemed like a test, he didn't hold back and quickly shared his previous thoughts.

"The moment I came here, I confirmed that you were the only one inside."

"Rather than believe it's grabbing random powerful creatures for fuel, I'd rather you be special to this masterpiece."

"Another reason to support this judgment is that although the legal status is noble, even I can find ways to avoid confrontation. You act as if you are too lacking in struggle, which is unreasonable."

"so smart!"

The witch undoubtedly listened very seriously, and her smile gradually grew stronger.

Of course, in addition to the last compliment, I didn’t forget to rub Fu Qian’s head.

"First of all, you guessed it right...then do you want to guess again why it is special?"

"When the barrier was broken, you didn't even exist. In theory, you shouldn't have anything to do with it."

Regarding the witch's behavior of racing against time to take advantage, Fu Qian was not as knowledgeable as her and accepted the challenge with concentration.

"But you once mentioned a character calling me mother, and when you provided me with paint, you meant that 'as a force of the same origin, there is no essential difference.'"

"So I'm wondering if this bloodline is what locks the law when it reappears many years later?"

"And considering that your 'mother' has long since died, you are a natural target."

"But there will be a small contradiction in this case, because you said that the person was hunted and the blood was used to draw the world in the painting."

"This seems a bit inconsistent with His identity as the source of the power of law."

While expressing his thoughts smoothly, Fu Qian did not forget to adjust his vocal cords.

By the time he finished expressing his thoughts, the restoration of his voice was already quite good.

"Remember to be very serious."

As for his performance, the witch seemed quite satisfied.

So much so that despite the praise, he seemed to have resisted the urge to touch his head again.

"The original source of the hunting theory is actually the aboriginal people of the world in the painting, so the credibility is not that high."

"I am also inclined to speculate on the source of the power of the law."

A tentacle stretched gracefully, pointing towards the ever-withering whirlpool of law.

"It's strange that part of the core foundation that makes up it seems to be specially designed for me. It can be simply understood as restricting me from damaging it in any way."

"Beyond that, after coming here, I really found my mother's presence."

"I can understand how you felt at that time."

The guess was confirmed, and Fu Qian was amazed at the situation described by the witch.

It's really against common sense to be able to impose such unreasonable restrictions despite clearly relying on the other party's strength.

I always feel that there is some inhumane mystery behind it.

"So you choose to leave only one gift."

Fu Qian was naturally referring to the Dark Moon Ring.

"This is far from something you can fight against."

The witch sighed slightly.

"Even now, I don't know how you did it."

"It can be understood as the power of a blank mind."

I don’t intend to explain too much before paying.

"But looking at you like this, the part that doesn't bind you has just been destroyed by me, right?"

"Actually, it's not that good. You ruined more than just a little bit."

"It's obvious that you have grown a lot during this period..."

When the witch said this, she finally couldn't help but want to touch her head again, but unfortunately this time she was in vain.

The deformed head in her arms actually turned away. In this moment, her Templar had quietly regained some control over her body.

"It's growing really fast... and by the way, I even picked up some things."

She shook her head with a hint of regret, then her eyes lit up and a pile of things were thrown in front of her as she raised her hand.

Rattle, pistol, headcage...

Each item undoubtedly looked familiar before I paid for it. There's even more than one ring.

It’s perfectly normal for drunk people to throw things away.

Considering what the witch just described, it must have taken a lot of effort to find these.

……

"You have quite an interesting collection."

When the property was returned to its original owner, the witch was in a good mood and even complimented it in passing.

"You can take whatever you like."

Fu Qian's reaction to this was to intensify his efforts and directly started to work on rewards.

"Really?"

The emotions of surprise and surprise seemed so natural that the witch started picking and choosing without any hesitation.

Even though he was still being held in his arms, Fu Qian still showed a generous expression, and there was nothing unusual about his behavior.

"Is this ok?"

As worthy of being a pope, the witch easily overcame her difficulty in choosing and quickly pointed to a shiny object.

Embrace of Blasphemy, this one really knows how to choose.

As for her choice, Fu Qian was a little surprised for a moment.

Although the shape is indeed more in line with the aesthetics, this thing is also a reward after entering the world of the painting for the first time.

As well as props to help make the Dark Moon appear and establish a connection.

Is his gaze so precise?

"can."

Even so, there was still no hesitation before paying.

"Thank you."

After hearing this and looking at him for a few seconds, the witch smiled and really picked up the Embrace of Profanity.

However, she didn't put it away immediately. She actually put it on Fu Qian's body, and the bow flickered with light.

This is……

When the light dissipated, Fu Qian realized that there was something in his mind.

"That's all I want."

Then she put away the blasphemous hug and said with a smile.

Of course, from now on, it's just a beautiful-looking bow.

The power originally attached to it, enough to blaspheme the sun, has been directly transferred to himself in a wonderful way.

……

"Will the collapse of this thing be transmitted to the real world?"

While sighing for the Pope's thoughtfulness, it did not hinder Fu Qian's spirit of seeking knowledge.

"Isn't it a little too late to remember to care about this now?"

The witch asked with a half-smile upon hearing this, before putting away the other things.

"No matter what the nature of those people is, whether they were deceived or not, before you came here, didn't you think that what you were going to do would probably cause the death of countless wills. How sinful is it?"

"I have thought about it, but people who know me well know that the word "sinful" is no longer enough to describe me."

Faced with this kind of soul torture, Fu Qian still handled it with ease, without the slightest hint of shame.

"Besides, I trust your judgment."

"Oh?"

The witch seemed unsure of what he meant.

"You said this is a broken apocalypse, so no matter how stable it seems, I believe that Laertin will only be fleeting."

"...That's great. I can't seem to stick to this all the time."

Fu Qian's words made the witch slightly silent, but she soon spoke again and even made a suggestion.

"Want to take a look?" (End of chapter)