Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 579 Hustle and bustle ([-])

"Who gave you the courage to talk to Camus Gleda at this distance, even for more than ten seconds?"

In the cafe, Camus' tone has changed drastically, and the previous look of trepidation has completely disappeared.

At the same time, the tentacles that were originally wrapped around his body have all turned into a strange state covering the eyeballs, losing their restraint.

Facing such an unprecedented spectacle, Fu Qian looked up and down curiously for a while, and did not rush to react.

"Sure enough, you are not normal."

Camus sneered when he saw this.

"Do you feel that your body is in chaos, with a feeling of gradually losing control?"

"I'm just talking about a demigod who has been promoted normally, how could it be possible to get into this situation and not even show the mythical form."

"Although changing your appearance is nothing to a transcendent, as a senior transcendent with soul ability, I can clearly perceive the vitality in your consciousness."

The next moment, the hand raised, and the dense blood-colored lines were wriggling on his skin and spreading around.

"You're not stupid, but so what!"

"You guessed it right, I actually need your awareness of this, because any psychological discrimination you have because of this will only speed up the process."

Faced with Fu Qian's provocation, Mr. Camus gritted his teeth and almost admitted it in disguise.

"At that time, you will be brought there as my puppet. I believe he will be interested in you."

"...You don't want to know?"

"Why don't you do it? Hurry up."

Immediately afterwards, the nail on the top of the thumb stretched rapidly, making it look like a legless beetle as a whole.

After realizing what Fu Qian said, Mr. Camus looked at him in disbelief, almost choking on his saliva.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, the Night Watchman should be here soon, we don't have much time, do you want to know what happened to you?"

"The seeds of corruption have been planted, and soon you will have no way to distinguish which idea is your own and which idea is a suggestion from me."

"But what's the use of you guessing? As long as I say it, you will inevitably think in that direction."

"By the way, you all know that time is running out and the Night Watchman is coming soon, why are you wasting time with me here?"

Just looking at it, I feel that my flesh and blood structure is being distorted.

"Even if you think about it, do you think you can refuse?"

Not to mention that Camus had been targeted long ago, it's not surprising that such a movement alone attracted night wardens.

Looking at the silent Camus, Fu Qian winked his eyes.

"Actually, if you let me go just now, I wouldn't take risks in this way."

"In short, I only planned to use your identity to hide for a while, but now it seems that it is really a windfall."

Fu Qian's face was full of course.

"good question!"

"Once you are recruited, if you are not prepared for it, even a demigod will not be immune."

"Because of the difference in rank, I really couldn't do anything about you."

"If you don't have this awareness, the efficiency will be much slower."

While speaking, Camus' body was beyond recognition.

After allowing this man to sneer, Fu Qian finally asked.

"Of course, the best solution among them is obtained from Crow Feather."

"What a windfall, besides the parliament, there is actually someone who can do this! I believe Crow Feather will be very interested."

"I just activated the spell I got from Crow Feather, and both of us have been hit by it now."

"Believe me, the parliament's accumulation of research on the power of flesh and blood is beyond your imagination."

"Do not want to."

But in the face of this horrifying scene, he didn't seem to care.

……

The next moment, I saw a normal-looking, illusory thumb shadow appearing on his incomplete palm, complementing his own existence in a special way.

The next moment he looked away and shook his head.

"The body is actually far less reliable than the spirit. It's a pity that you fools will never understand."

These weird textures intersect each other, cutting the skin and flesh into indescribable patterns, making the body look like a collection of countless strange creations.

While speaking, Camus' thumbnail crawled two steps, got under his flesh, and started to swim away quickly.

"Actually, I also want to know who he is."

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any obsession with dying to understand this time, so I'm not going to listen to your declaration of victory, just do it."

……

"This is the curse of divine blood. It is said that the power comes from the blood of the true god. It is one of the earliest harvests of the native council."

After Camus listened, there was another series of sneers.

"It's a pity that the problem is that the stable state of the body is far less important to me than you."

"Who is Crow Feather?"

"This curse almost exclusively targets flesh and blood structures, and relatively speaking, my resistance is naturally worse than yours."

How can there be such a bad guy!
Fu Qian's response obviously broke through certain cognitive limitations of Mr. Camus.

"Now both of us are cursed at the same time, and our bodies are half out of control."

"Is it... If I don't know, your puppet plan can't continue?"

"But during my long career as a Transcendent, I have thought too many times about how to deal with a monster of pure flesh and blood like you."

"Aren't you very concerned about what we are doing here? This operation was organized by him."

"A demigod who is at most dozens of years old? Or the most unskilled flesh and blood ability? You make it hard for me not to think of a character named Ariel."

There was a hint of pleasure in Camus' words.

Fu Qian even started to urge, with a begging smile on his face.

For a moment, the angry eyes were wide open, showing unreasonable anger, staring at Fu Qian as if he was facing the murder of his father and enemy.

"Have you noticed that I can appear in your consciousness without opening my voice? This is just the beginning."

what happened?
Fu Qian looked around silently, and found that everyone in the cafe was not spared at this moment, and they all fell into a state of ecstasy and carnival.

While Camus was speaking, the thumb of one of his hands was struggling as if it was alive, and it broke free after a few seconds and fell to the wrist.

"In this case, I can play to my advantage."

"It's rare to be confused. I've always been easy-going."

"Don't worry, after I take full control, I will suppress the curse and won't let this rare puppet completely collapse."

is it?

Fu Qian looked at the tentacles already covering the eyeballs, and then sized up Camus, who was full of vigor, and clicked his tongue.

I can understand your mood, old man, but it's not a good habit to overdo self-hypnosis.

(End of this chapter)