Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1755 Bitter Fruit (Forty-four)

Well--

Golden flames rose, and the last sound uttered by Brother Felt Hat was crushed along with his neck, and his head and body fell to the ground together.

Although not many people paid attention to this tragedy, it still successfully triggered a wave of screams.

what--

Then came a bigger wave.

The two pieces of body that fell to the ground were rapidly breaking down into strips, then gathering into strands and spreading in all directions, just like the changes after they were shot to death last time.

The eyes attracted by the first wave of screams undoubtedly saw this scene and instinctively ran away while screaming.

Next to the statue, which was originally the most crowded in the entire church, suddenly only Fu Qian and that group were left.

As the closest flesh and blood person, he undoubtedly became the first target.

"The power of fun."

Fu Qian not only did not dodge, but even reached out and caught the particularly large one.

This action unsurprisingly triggered screams again, and some people were already running to the outer reaches of the church.

"pity."

However, as the person involved, Fu Qian looked a little disappointed as he saw his flesh and blood quickly torn into pieces wherever it passed.

It is indeed a power of astonishing level, but besides causing damage to oneself, it is not enough to induce a true mutation.

Just like the thing on Sarah's body, it was not stronger than the last healing dream.

"You can do it, trust me."

He casually flicked away the thing that had already climbed up to his wrist, and the next moment he looked forward at the old lady in the distance.

The latter could not hide his horror, but he accepted the suggestion and opened the bottle of medicine, holding it tightly in his hand.

Although Fu Qian's encouragement was abrupt, it seemed to have made her make the final decision.

Medicine was splashed, mist filled the air, and the once dreamy and hazy scene reappeared.

Just as he remembered, the water mist soon gathered onto the rushing stream of insects.

The latter, just like last time, quickly became transparent and even melted completely.

The gift potion is as useful as ever.

"well done."

At the same time, Fu Qian was already standing next to the old lady and gave his affirmation.

"So when did you receive this gift?"

The next moment his voice suddenly lowered.

"Or to put it another way, when did you start pronouncing that name backwards?"

……

The old lady's medicine is real, this has been verified before.

It has even been verified more than once that the effect is powerful enough to drive out evil.

But there is a problem here. The potion comes from the gift of Lord Akons.

Judging from the current situation of this place, it seems that something happened to Lord Akons a long time ago.

As a result, until now, a small relic that has lost its source of power can still deal with power of this level?

“…On the first night when I lost the response.”

It seemed that the biggest secret in her heart had been revealed. Even though Akons had the strongest psychological quality at the moment, the old lady's body could still be seen trembling slightly.

"I just spoke incoherently, but I didn't expect to receive a response."

However, this did not prevent her from answering the question after a brief silence.

"What happened after that?" "Only that one time, and I never received a response again."

"Thank you."

Having successfully learned the source of the medicine, Fu Qian had no intention of continuing to scare the old lady. He politely thanked her and turned around and left without paying any attention to anyone else.

It's time to find the real person behind this trip.

Dr. Dorian has gathered so many volunteers, hoping that the white-faced man's knife will be sharper this time.

……

It turned out to be a gift from long ago.

It felt a bit like that Excellency trying to get in touch with the believers in that special way after he had encountered great trouble - that long night.

If I remember correctly, during the long night that ended the mythological era, more than one person emphasized that the believers had lost the response of the gods.

Looking at the dark night sky in front of him, a thought that he had always been speculating about naturally emerged in Fu Qian's mind.

  A supernatural system centered on faith, a believer abandoned after one night, did Akons really come from a thousand years ago?

But the strangers who had just gathered in the church were obviously from a different era.

  In what form does it exist? How did outsiders come here?

And there was the first time I visited as a stranger... Full Moon Garden.

  Do that place and the old doctor holding a sickle also "really" exist in a similar way?

A thought that had occurred to me at the beginning of this mission reappeared, along with a scene of admiring the moon in the garden.

It’s a pity that there is no such beautiful night view here. The only consolation is that at least I am not lonely.

  when!

With a crisp sound, Fu Qian slapped away a long knife with his palm, preventing it from cutting his heart in half for the second time.

It's not that the knife has become weaker, so he can easily block it while on guard.

It was just too strong and had to be stopped.

Fu Qian was confident that if this knife hit the target, it would cause more than just a physical wound.

Really didn't let myself down.

The same round hat, the same white face, the same knife.

The attacker who suddenly appeared did not seem to have changed in appearance.

But Fu Qian was quite clear that what was standing there was fundamentally different.

……

Is this the power of a growing character?

Living up to his expectations, the white-faced man once again demonstrated his uniqueness.

The first attack failed to work, and the opponent suddenly entered a familiar confrontation posture and was not in a hurry to attack again.

Fu Qian also took the opportunity to observe the character in front of him again.

This is the real purpose of this healing dream.

As deduced above, the white-faced man is too weak, forming a sharp contrast with the other forces active in Akons.

And after screening it out for this reason, how to use it to try to influence the real Akons is undoubtedly a difficult problem.

The first thing Fu Qian did was to try to complete the unfinished communication, so as to force Dr. Dorian to open his dream again and use up all resources to survive.

It turned out that with so many outsiders providing anchors, people believed in the existence of the white-faced man in the dark night, and he really appeared in a more exaggerated manner.

Judging from the rank alone, Yasui Tokiyuki, who was first listed as a new god, was no more than that.

Fu Qian glanced at the hand that had just slapped the knife away.

The increase in rank did not make the opponent's attack so fast that he could not react, and even that knife attack did not hurt him.

But as soon as he touched it, a peculiar yet familiar change began to appear on his hand - it lost color.

The feeling of having a weakened connection with the world after using Profane Embrace.

If his heart were to be cut by the knife again, I'm afraid he would really be sent away.