Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Although the Crow Feather Shenlong sees the beginning but does not see the end, but so far, it can be considered to be quite fruitful.

For example, Fu Qian also probably had a guess as to why the veterinary disease appeared—in order for the night bearer to transfer more people over.

Although the wave of uproar that was enough to awaken the gods was initiated by ordinary people, the real qualitative change came when Valentine, under the control of Crow Feather, blew the horn for the second time.

Many extraordinary people who could still maintain their rationality failed to persist in being recruited and joined the ranks of calling the gods.

And many of them should have been transferred from nearby to help investigate the veterinary disease, just like Cassandra.

There are also Camus and Marco who should have been among them. In short, it seems that the formation of the tide of noise requires the participation of many extraordinary people under the demigod.

God's means, nothing more than this!
Everything was carried out quietly, but it fit together ingeniously.

The night bearer obviously paid great attention to it, but he still stumbled.

And some of his previous actions, such as killing Marco and leaving his post without authorization, should still have a certain delay effect on the formation of the tide of turmoil.

Unfortunately, it seems that it is far from enough.

Most importantly, it seems that under Ariel's distortion, in such a cognitive competition of gods, once Rom gains the upper hand, the tide of turmoil seems to end immediately.

This point is really rogue, it's almost like watching your own mission and dealing with it.

Wouldn't it be good to enjoy the believers' admiration for a while?
While complaining, Fu Qian controlled a silver pistol in his hand and turned around.

This is the mercy that was lost before, but he picked it up with his underwater tentacles.

As a hard-won reward, it naturally cannot be regarded as a one-time consumable.

In fact, he was a little curious at the time, for example, what would happen if this thing was not picked up?
stay underwater?Or just disappear?
Considering that the warehouse has a program that lets you choose equipment every time, it's really hard to be sure.

Speaking of this, until now, whether it is skills or equipment, it seems that I have never encountered a situation where the configuration exceeds the limit.

It stands to reason that the warehouse would not do such useless work. Fu Qian thought about it for a long time, and finally understood that although the number of equipment and skills has been increasing, his own growth in certain aspects has kept them from reaching the upper limit. This is a bug-like situation.

As for what kind of growth?

Rank is of course one of them. In addition, Fu Qian also thought of a possibility, which is a certain attribute that he quickly filled up - inspiration.

If it's really because of this, it's worth pondering in what state I perform tasks every time.

But no matter what, at least for now it's definitely a good thing, for example - Fu Qian's eyes were locked on a half-meter-high iron cage.

Sweet dream head cage, it's time for you to show up.

Although the shape is horrifying and easy to attract attention, the biggest advantage of this thing is that it can isolate the gaze, and it may have miraculous effects when worn when necessary.

You must know that Rom stared at him at the end, but it directly cost us five san points.

Holding the Sweet Dream head cage in his hand, there was no reminder that he was carrying too much equipment.

[San value minus 1, enter the containment scene]

Satisfied, Fu Qian stood up and touched the illusory fog door in the tide in front of him.

It's not good to sell dog meat as sheep's tricks, so let yourself help the native council and complete a real hunt!
"Please take your coffee and snacks slowly."

In the familiar voice, the full afternoon tea was placed on the table in front of me again.

He didn't put the headgear on the table. According to previous experience, the mask can also block the aura of extraordinary items on his body.

Let go of it and put it aside, it would be bad to scare Mr. Camus.

And if this kind of scary thing is put out, maybe the waitress will throw the coffee pot in the face.

"Hama~Dus!"

Soon the familiar roar sounded, and the poor table groaned in pain, adapting to the aunt rushing up to dance together.

Everything was the same as last time, including that Mr. Camus came forward after drinking his coffee and took off the mask from Fu Qian's face.

As the four eyes met, this one froze again.

Even the degree of stiffness has increased.

"Marco?"

At that moment, the voice of Mr. Camus was as if someone had stepped on his kidney.

Under the mask, there was a face with a strange aura.

"Are you surprised?"

Fu Qian, who turned into Marco's appearance, looked at Mr. Camus with a smile, his tone full of complacency.

"Sorry, I'm one step ahead this time."

"...you are already a demigod!"

With such a close distance, plus the usual contact, Camus can naturally perceive the change of the other person's breath, and after being shocked, his mood is almost instantly bad.

"What's your expression? Shouldn't you be happy that the strength of the parliament has grown?"

The smile on Fu Qian's face remained undiminished, and he stretched out his empty hand.

Under the thin skin, there seemed to be countless worms wriggling, and they gathered at the top of the five fingers in a blink of an eye.

After struggling for a while, the tip of each finger was torn off, and five long whips twisted like red worms came out of it, swaying and flying in the air.

"what are you doing here?"

Sensing the rank reflected in this scene, Camus' face darkened, and he seemed to have no desire to answer this question at all, and asked directly.

"Of course it's waiting for you."

Fu Qian made a rather nasty smile, and then restrained his expression.

"The Night Watchman's actions were a bit unexpected. Wehle is worried that you are dead, so let me take care of you."

"Then we'd better hurry up, the Night Watcher shouldn't be able to catch up in a long time."

Camus said bluntly, although the other party came to help him, but the old enemy is so arrogant, it is really not happy.

"Okay!"

Fu Qian stood up, and the five tentacles in the air also recovered.

It's just that at the next moment, they didn't completely withdraw their hands, but directly pinched Camus's head with incredible speed.

"you--"

Camus only had time to utter a word, and his head was crushed like a tomato.

Amidst the splash of blood, a familiar illusory image was torn out of his body, and rushed out like lightning.

It's a pity that this last means of escape was stopped and swallowed with a ferocious mouth.

At the fourth level of extraordinary, Camus Gleda fell silently.

"Finally, I can make up for the regret a little."

Fu Qian sighed, picked up the coffee and drank it down, and then took a bite of the muffin.

The taste is really good, no wonder Mr. Camus chose to have afternoon tea here.

The next moment he bent down and found a stack of banknotes and a spell covered with various oil paints from the headless corpse.