Chapter 1330: Chapter 1328: Night Visit to the Vampire (3)
As an essential skill for an Angel Envoy, the Gospel Blast has always been optional to publicize.
This time, Fu Qian was anything but discreet. The High-Hat Elderâs roar was abruptly cut off, his vacant, dazed eyes accompanied by thunderous rumbles sweeping in all directions.
Such commotion was certain to attract numerous elites from The Sect. Coupled with the pitiful state of the old Sect Saint, it wasnât difficult to imagine the level of alertness and the intensity of the ensuing search.
Yet Fu Qianâs pace remained unhurried as he passed by the opponent who had completely lost the ability to resist.
If you canât beat them, call for reinforcements. Thatâs undoubtedly a correct and decisive choiceâif the option was even available to this opponent.
Every aberration has its reason; donât succumb to the bad habit of taking things at face value.
For instance, how did this opponent even detect him?
Furthermore, knowing the name Herbert also implied awareness of Fu Qianâs previous triumphs. Yet instead of immediately summoning help upon encountering him, the opponent only did so after failing to drive him away.
With a bit of open-minded thinking, it becomes clear that whether blocking the path or calling for reinforcements, both inherently aimed to prevent Fu Qian from progressing further.
Thus, Fu Qian didnât just refrain from interferenceâhe even chose to help spread the word.
The facts soon demonstrated another anomaly: the space they were in seemed unwilling to transmit the chaos outside.
A specific example was how another Sect Saint, stationed not too far below, showed no discernible reaction.
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Fu Qian had actually been curious all along about how the Bloodline Clan would choose to convene today.
After all, thanks to last nightâs visit, it was reasonable to believe that The Sectâs vigilance had risen substantially.
Previously, the Bloodline Clanâs approach was straightforward: directly execute the nearly universal âUntouchableâ skill, stride in brazenly, and at most disrupt the usual order of the church.
However, with his assistance, The Sect now showed a clear awareness of such overly flamboyant methods of infiltration, even implementing measures like banning spatial blinking to counter them.
Under these circumstances, whether a group of Untouchables could still create enough chaos without being discovered became highly doubtful.
And even if they werenât exposed, what might eventually be unleashed carried disconcertingly uncontrollable risks.
Such behavior lacked elegance for the Bloodline Clan and was unlikely to persist as a viable strategy.
Indeed, the facts seemed to align. Apart from earlier anomalies, the operations of The Sect that night didnât exude an excessive odor of chaos.
Choosing to follow The Sectâs team back rather than acting solo wasnât just about hitching a ride.
The team included numerous high-ranking members of The Sect, making it easy to discern any underlying disruptions in operations through their behavior.
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At a steady pace, Fu Qian was not far from reaching the buildingâs uppermost level.
By now, he had a rough idea of the Bloodline Clanâs strategy for keeping things subtle todayâthe space they were in might not be entirely real. Moments ago, he had likely crossed an invisible boundary.
Of course, this didnât imply that the old man he had dispatched was a mere illusion.
This was not a Dream but an overlap.
People outside the boundary could enter without hindrance, move normally, and even genuinely eliminate others of their kind.
But they were incapable of forming any connection with the Bloodline Clan members existing in the true space.
The basis for such an assertion was not just the earlier testing and speculation but also a recent vivid exampleâthe Hunting Domain he had observed at invitation.
To avoid collateral damage, isolating the target in a special domain was an undeniably memorable hunting method.
As the Godson favored by the Stars Association and a natural vessel of law, it wasnât surprising for the Bloodline Clan to master such techniques, or even more advanced versions.
Still, if this speculation were true, then the Bloodline Clan was being quite impolite.
Fu Qian had accepted the invitation to attend the meeting. It was one thing not to provide a guiding path, but arriving with the Brilliant Tyrant activated, practically knocking all the way, only to be greeted by puppets trying to drive him away?
No doubt about itâthe High-Hat Elder earlier was, in Fu Qianâs judgment, most likely a summoned puppet.
Never place your hopes on self-restraint. Brother Jake might have shown a hint of principles, but, as a group with unfettered leeway, it wasnât difficult to imagine someone indulging their twisted humor by transforming a human Sect Saint into a puppet.
Factoring this in, it became quite clear why the victim was waiting thereâit wasnât because he had discovered something but because someone had informed him.
Ascending the final spiral staircase, Fu Qian moved forward along the corridor without any pause.
âWelcome!â
At some point, a slightly effeminate voice broke the silence, full of flourish.
Almost simultaneously, a faint light pierced through the darkness from around the corner ahead, flickering slightly.
Having surveyed the buildingâs layout earlier, Fu Qian naturally knew that beyond was the towerâs highest point.
Without hesitation, Fu Qian adjusted his cape mid-stride, deactivating the Brilliant Tyrant as his body rapidly shrank.
By the time he rounded the corner, he had resumed his normal size, with the now-swinging doors ahead coming into view.
Beyond the doors was a spacious circular hall illuminated by lit candles, their flames reflecting off numerous crimson eyes staring back.
The most conspicuous figure was a gentleman clad in opulent robes, seated directly opposite the doors.
âWelcome! You may call me âElder.'â
With refined features, an elegant demeanor, and an ageless appearance, he slightly nodded in greeting under Fu Qianâs gaze.
âForgive me, but your name isnât on the attendee list, so there isnât a seat prepared for you.â
It was indeed the voice from earlier, and no one else present spoke.
Amidst the numerous silent stares, Fu Qian maintained his steady pace as he stepped through the doors.
Clack!
The doors shut behind him.
In a corner, Fu Qian spotted an old friend, Yack, whose expression was noticeably complex.
Screech!
Blood sprayed as a deep gash ran from Yackâs left cheek down to his neck the next moment, as if he had collided with an invisible saw blade, slicing through bone.
Even brushing his hand across the wound left his fingers coated in blood, revealing his starkly white bones in several places.
It seemed they still hadnât learned proper manners.
With an inward sigh, Fu Qianâs steps remained unbroken.
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âIâll never comprehend your actions, but I regret you have rejected my goodwill.â
As if within a formless meat grinder, each of Fu Qianâs steps brought two-digit wounds to his body.
Blood sprayed like fountains, and amidst the chaos, the Elder let out a burst of hearty laughter.
âThe Hazy Saw, my favorite blessingâI hope youâll appreciate it as wellââ
His voice waned as he watched the figure drawing close step by step, ascending the stairs.
Beneath the tattered cloak, the previously mangled limbs gave way to an unspeakable horror.
It was as though an entity of ultimate malevolence had descended upon the scene.
Before there was time for shock, a hand emerged from beneath the cloak, ringing an ornate bell.
The crisp chime resonated, accompanied by an unprecedented sensation. The Godsonâs innate favor of the Stars Association seemingly departed his body.
Though it lasted but a moment, the instantaneous loss of divine favor, reducing him to a mere mortal, was an impact difficult to erase.
As he was jolted awake by searing pain, a sharp claw had already pierced deep into his chest.
YouâŠ
Scarlet patterns surged across his body, bathing him in the glittering radiance of the stars, fully shielding the vessel that had long enjoyed their blessings.
Boom!
In the next moment, an indescribable force crushed the sanctity, righteousness, and purity of that form.
The Elder didnât even have time to utter another word.
âSorry for being late.â
Toying with an oddly-shaped heart in his hand, Fu Qian deactivated the Mythical Form and finally stopped, taking a seat at the now-vacant chair.
âDid I miss anything?â
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