Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

The moment he regained consciousness, Weier could distinguish a dangerous voice from the hustle and bustle of the sky.

It was gunshots, real gunshots!

After reacting, she subconsciously followed the direction of the sound, just in time to see a figure wearing an iron cage leaping over the crowd and throwing itself in the direction of the lighthouse.

In the next moment, her pupils dilated suddenly, and she found that under the latter's burqa, a black and red tentacle was dragging out, and something was taken away from her sister's hand.

……

Standing in the tide again, the result of the smooth progress of the plan made boundless joy rise in my heart.

On the lighthouse in the field of vision, Earl Valentine is no different from anyone else, caught in the din of ecstasy.

This time, Crowfeather and Vehele were still absent.

Call it a surprise.

After all, it was different from the last time. After sitting in such a conspicuous position for so long in an eye-catching appearance, the probability of Weihele and the others not knowing about it was extremely small.

The fact that he didn't come directly to the door for more than a whole day does not deny this possibility.

After all, in a sensitive period, finding trouble with a demigod in such a prominent position almost meant giving up the plan directly.

But not looking for trouble doesn't mean not taking any precautions. The scene in front of me is still a bit unusual.

Worried that I have a tacit understanding with the night bearer, and I am playing tricks here to attract attention, thus freeing other people to control the other two places, so that the tide of noise may not arise?
It's not completely impossible, but considering it safely, it's obviously more reasonable to keep one of the two demigods here.

All these thoughts flowed rapidly in Fu Qian's consciousness.

And the doubts brought about by this, in the face of the joy born of luck, without a trace of resistance, instantly melted away.

At this moment, Fu Qian's state is quite special.

Wearing the headband for more than 24 hours, the growth of positive emotions brought about by the achievement of the behavior has never stopped.

The huge amount of positive emotions accumulated in my heart now, and the desire to continue to let this emotion grow, are tearing the will crazily.

For example, there is a huge temptation to "offer" anything before paying now, including walking.

This is why the speed and rhythm of the steps are extremely strange, because the sense of accomplishment brought by each foot landing will have an impact on the will.

This kind of sweetness that grows infinitely, there will always be a moment when people will be completely addicted to it and forget everything - but not now!

The next moment, the giant body that swelled several times landed on the giant flesh and blood ship of Hamadus again.

While the gray-black charm was crushed, a silver-white pistol was also dropped casually.

Mixed with almost nothing black, and the chaotic oil paint arm directly penetrated the huge mouth, sealing Hamadus's wailing within the body.

Visceral crit!

A scene that once appeared in a certain illusory future is staged again in this hustle and bustle.

And with one claw out, the emotional feedback brought about by personally slaughtering the gods directly sublimated the crazy sweetness to an incredible level.

Stab it!

In the dull voice, several spine-like long locks directly pierced Fu Qian's back and stretched in all directions.

This is not a change based on his will, but the direct drive of the frenzied killing desire to the power of flesh and blood, which is already a category similar to knee jerk reflex.

And with such actions, Ariel in the field of vision has once again resolutely given up killing, and instead stood on the spot, and began to guide the content of the twisted tide, trying to make Rom "fall" as quickly as possible.

There was no surprise about this, Fu Qian took out his second claw without hesitation.

Accompanied by another splash of flesh and blood, above the penetration of the bone chain, a wing membrane that seemed to be covered with countless oil paints tore apart the flesh and blood, and expanded into a wide bat wing.

At the same time, hundreds of thousands of black spikes also ooze from various places on the body surface, growing endlessly.

Visceral crit, third time.

The gift of relief still hasn't been triggered, but the spikes oozing out of Fuqian's body seem to have independent will, each tearing and stretching into different shapes, scrambling to carve up the body.

Inside the body, every organ, every blood vessel is the same.

Under the repeated torture, although Hamadus's body was crumbling, it was still barely maintained, and it was still not completely collapsed.

At the same time, in the huge gully caused by the visceral attack, the flesh and blood boiled like boiling, condensing hexagonal monocular eyes, and quickly converging into huge familiar compound eyes.

Under the compound eyes, you can even see countless fine black joints stretching out.

In the case of Hamadus's rapid weakening, the efficiency of turning into Roma seems to be much faster.

not bad!
Trapped deep in the gully of blood and blood, looking at everything that densely surrounded him, Fu Qian let go of all restrictions in the supreme pleasure.

Tendril Barrage Devastator!

The next moment, endless tentacles erupted from his body.

With Fu Qian's position as the center, the tentacles bombarded every angle indiscriminately with an invincible momentum.

Even under the influence of the curse of divine blood, the tentacles themselves no longer have that single shape and color.

Sacredness, chaos, filth, pain... all kinds of power types are intertwined together.

Fu Qian seemed to be able to hear that each tentacle had its own consciousness, tearing itself apart with excitement, trying to use the craziest posture to completely annihilate the flesh and blood of the god—three times!
Even the gift of liberation is also triggered at the same time.

Sorry, the future you didn't accept is here now.

Are you ready?
……

Like a grenade going off inside a tomato.

Inside the giant ship, with Fu Qian as the center, a terrifying cavity rapidly expanded, destroying everything it encountered and pushing it in all directions.

And the next moment, the giant ship of flesh and blood finally couldn't hold on any longer.

Flesh and bones were shattered, and blood fell like rain.

The broken will carried on this giant finally dissipated completely.

And the certain high-level gaze that had been linked to this also faded away unwillingly in an instant.

Almost at the same time, Ariel in the wind and waves stopped his movements directly, his body turned into a streamer, and walked away without looking back.

Following his actions, the ear-splitting noise that had been led halfway became chaotic in an instant, and the various voices were no longer coordinated, and even interfered with each other.

In just ten seconds, the tide of uproar quickly ended, turning into an ordinary roar.

The revelers who were immersed in it were like waking up from a dream, and each regained their will.

But for the changes before and after, the excited crowd didn't seem to notice too many abnormalities. After a little hesitation, the carnival continued.

[The current task has been completed, and the number 1-339 has been contained successfully]

When the storm suddenly rose and surrounded Fuqian in the sea, the reminder that the containment was successful finally sounded.

And until the picture in front of him became blurred, Fu Qian didn't try to take off the headgear.