Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

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

In the cafe, Camus's tone had changed drastically, and the previous fearful look was completely gone.

At the same time, the tentacles that were originally wrapped around his body had all become strange and covered his eyes, losing their binding power.

Facing such an unprecedented spectacle, Fu Qian looked up and down curiously and did not react in a hurry.

"Sure enough, you are not normal."

Camus saw this and sneered.

"Do you feel like your body is in chaos, and you feel like you're gradually losing control?"

"I'm just talking about how a normally promoted demigod could reach this situation without even showing his mythical form."

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

"A demigod who is at most dozens of years old? Or a flesh-and-blood ability with the least technical content? It makes it hard for me not to think of a character named Ariel."

"What an unexpected bonus. Apart from the Council, there are actually people who can do this! I believe Crow Feather will be very interested."

"Who is Crowfeather?"

After letting this guy fuss, Fu Qian finally asked.

"good question!"

After hearing this, Camus sneered again.

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

"Aren't you very concerned about what we are doing here? He organized this operation."

"When the time comes, you will be taken over as my puppet. I believe he will be interested in you."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. The Night Guard should be here soon. We don't have much time. Do you want to know what happened to you?"

what happened?

Fu Qian silently looked around and found that everyone in the cafe was now in a state of selfless carnival.

Not to mention that Camus had been targeted a long time ago, it is not surprising that such a movement attracted the night watcher.

"In no mood."

The next moment he looked away and shook his head.

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

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

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

Fu Qian's face was full of matter-of-factness.

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

…

Looking at the silent Camus, Fu Qian winked.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any obsession with dying to understand this matter, so I'm not prepared to listen to your declaration of victory, so just go ahead and do it."

How could there be such a bad guy!

Fu Qian's response obviously broke through some of Camus' cognitive limitations.

For a moment, this man's eyes widened with anger, showing what could be called irrational anger, and he stared at Fu Qian as if he were facing the enemy who killed his father.

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

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

"Is it...if I didn't know, your puppet plan wouldn't be able to continue?"

…

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

Faced with the provocation, Mr. Camus gritted his teeth and almost admitted it in disguise.

"Even if you think of this, do you think you can refuse?"

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

"But in my long career as a transcendent, I have thought too many times about how to deal with monsters like you with pure flesh and blood power."

The next moment the man raised his hand, dense blood lines were crawling on his skin and spreading around.

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

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

"Of course the best plan is obtained from Crow Feather."

"Believe me, the Council's accumulated research on the power of flesh and blood exceeds your imagination."

"This is the divine blood curse. It is said that the power comes from the blood of the true god. It is one of the earliest gains of the Native Council."

"Once you are attacked, without preparation, even a demigod will not be immune."

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

Then the nail on the thumb quickly lengthened, turning it into the shape of a legless beetle.

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

While he was talking, Camus's thumb beetle had already crawled two steps, got under his skin, and started to swim away quickly.

Facing this horrifying scene, he didn't seem to care.

"The body is actually far less reliable than the mind, but it's a pity that you fools will never understand."

The next moment, a normal-looking, illusory thumb shadow appeared on his incomplete palm, completing his existence in a special way.

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

"Unfortunately, the problem is that the stable state of the body is far less important to me than you are."

There was a hint of joy in Camus's words.

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

"Now we are both cursed at the same time, and our bodies are both in a state of semi-loss of control."

"In this case, my advantage can be used."

"Have you noticed that I can appear in your consciousness without speaking a word? This is just the beginning."

"The seeds of corrosion have been planted, and soon you won't be able to tell which thoughts are yours and which thoughts are my hints."

"You are right. I actually need your awareness of this, because any psychological screening behavior you have as a result will only accelerate this process."

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

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

As he spoke, Camus's body changed beyond recognition.

"Anyway, I originally planned to use your identity to hide for a while, but now it seems like an unexpected bonus."

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

Yeah?

Fu Qian looked at the tentacles that had spread all over his eyeballs, then looked at the high-spirited Camus, and clicked his tongue.

I can understand your mood, old man, but you have to work hard, and it is not a good habit to self-hypnotize too much.