Chapter 845 843 Ignition (17)

Chapter 845: Chapter 843: Ignition (17) Chapter 845: Chapter 843: Ignition (17) “It was known that devouring the essence of stable Transcendent beings, whether man or object, allowed one to perceive the power they held within.

But what if the target was unstable, such as a form of injury?

As a scientist, Fu Qian had long wanted to test this theory.

And the situation at hand was undoubtedly an appropriate target.

What effect would devouring nearly cursed flesh under the Insight yield?

Perhaps even Divine-Level Insight.

…

The fact proved that this behavior, which was suspiciously like exploiting a bug, didn’t help avoid damage.

In that moment, Fu Qian felt as though his body was about to be burned through, the kind of heat that consumes everything even spread throughout his entire body.

But at the same time, something special really did appear in his consciousness.

It was different from normal devouring, the sensation was quite vague, and one could only loosely determine that it related to the nature of the power destroying his body.

Fu Qian looked down—at this moment, he was stark naked, so he could see quite clearly.

Beneath his skin was a seeping brilliance, as if what flowed within wasn’t blood, but scorching Magma.

The burning hadn’t stopped, the pain shredding his will continued, but the damage to his body seemed to have reached a dynamic balance due to the gains from devouring.

Had his earlier actions been akin to a temporary vaccination, granting him a targeted resistance?

Fu Qian quickly formulated a hypothesis.

Correct!

Although the sensation was akin to being grilled squid, he was quite satisfied with the outcome.

After all, dying and losing sanity was one thing, but his body was decked out with a bunch of equipment—it would be a huge loss if even one or two pieces were destroyed.

Now it seemed time to return, especially since the blood loss here was also alarmingly vicious.

Fu Qian glanced at his body, and the next moment, he snapped his fingers, prompting a rapid change on the surface of his skin.

But this time, he didn’t choose his usual Bone Armor style; instead, he manipulated them into a multitude of smooth, reflective surfaces.

In the blink of an eye, he had assumed a form that seemed eerily familiar.

Integrated Armor, interlocking patterns across his body, reflective surfaces that could mirror a person—it was the likeness of the Mirror Knight, Ballard.

The only issue was that the color wasn’t the silvery white like Ballard’s but a dark shade of cyan, even with slender streaks of flame marks streaming lustrously, exceptionally dazzling.

After ensuring that all the parts that should be covered were accounted for, Fu Qian released the Blood Conquest.

You…

In that instant, Fu Qian heard more than one exclamation of surprise.

Indeed, considering he hadn’t moved a bit, he now sat right back in his original spot.

And facing the sudden bizarre appearance, the Hunting Squad seemed full of shock and uncertainty.

Of course, that didn’t hinder their professionalism; almost immediately, Aike had a short sword in her hand, its blade flowing like Mercury.

However, in the very next moment, her unhesitating strike was intercepted by a towering figure.

One of the Demigods who had been blocking the path had made a move.

And this clearly represented the will of Xiumeng.

Facing this classic display of internal disagreement, Fu Qian cast only a glance before averting his gaze.

“I don’t know what the customs are on the outside, but by the standards here, you outsiders are far too rude!”

…

This statement undeniably contained an astonishing amount of information, yet it was a falsely large amount of information.

“Andiel?”

The attack halted, Aike quickly withdrew, staring at Fu Qian with a face full of disbelief.

The voice was undoubtedly similar, but that attack was a lethal trap set by two Divine Envoys and a Demigod.

And this guy is unscathed as if nothing happened?

Even daring to return?

For a moment, Aike’s worldview was greatly challenged.

“He is.”

Without waiting for Fu Qian to reply, Xiumeng spoke with a cold face.

To this certainty, Fu Qian wasn’t surprised; he was well aware that the mark on him hadn’t been erased, so it was natural that Xiumeng couldn’t have mistaken him for someone else.

“There’s no helping it; everyone here is too dishonest.”

The very next moment Xiumeng said so, even without asking how Fu Qian managed to do it.

“You’re not an outsider; you’re a Demigod belonging to this place!”

Only you lot who can’t truly die dare to come and go under such circumstances.

He added in his mind.

“Don’t be so absolute.”

Fu Qian’s voice was playful.

“Why couldn’t I have been an outsider who later came to belong to this place?”

He directly used the information he got from the Clown—that outsiders, once they die here, can never leave—to his advantage.

He had a simple reason for doing this.

As the outsider Andiel, he was already in a fight to the death relationship with these people, with no hope of gaining any valuable information.

At this time, what needed to be done was to declare bankruptcy, reinvent oneself, and make a fresh start.

His Mirror Knight appearance wasn’t for nothing, of course.

The root of it all lay in the Hunting Squad’s initial attack, and under the chain of suspicions, simple communication was no longer possible.

“So what is your real name?”

Xiumeng was clearly in a bad mood, but like Aike, anyhow, the other party was only at the Demigod Tier. Facing the full force of Stoss and his own assault, the fact that he didn’t die, this incomprehensible anomaly had stopped him from attacking again momentarily.

“You can continue to call me Andiel; I don’t mind.”

Fu Qian appeared very amiable.

“Alright, Andiel, so can you explain what has been the goal of your actions from the beginning until now?”

Stoss, who had just shown his divine might, interjected from the side.

Clearly, he thought Xiumeng’s communication was too indirect.

“Most of what I mentioned before was indeed true. I identified myself as an outsider primarily because I didn’t want to create any grudges with you and affect our team dynamics.”

“So what you’re saying is, as a member of this group, you actually plan to act with us and slaughter your own kind?”

Aike scoffed.

“Why not?”

Fu Qian replied with a hint of doubt in his voice.

“Isn’t this what humans are best at?”

…

For a moment, Aike was left speechless.

“So what is your purpose in seeking the flame?”

However, Xiumeng pressed on.

“I know what you want to ask.”

Fu Qian sighed deeply.

“Don’t worry; in the entire Unseen Hillock, only I am searching for it. Even before I encountered you, I only had a faint feeling that something could help me end this journey, but I couldn’t be sure what it was.”

“So what then is your purpose in searching for the flame? You’re taking such a huge risk; surely it’s not just for simple material collection?”

“…Quite simply, we have an injured person who needs treatment.”

Faced with Fu Qian’s “candid” question, Xiumeng hesitated a moment but eventually replied.

“In the carriage?”

Fu Qian “pondered” for a moment.

“Yes, due to some special events, he has become extremely out of control, chaotic in both mind and body. We need that special flame to attempt to bring him back to normal.”

Using the flame to dispel chaos?

Knowing that Logan was in the carriage had led Fu Qian to guess as much, and now he nodded naturally.

“So in your view, the flame could actually make a person pure? Or perhaps orderly?”

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