Chapter 1866 - 1861: Artifact Seedbed (16)

Chapter 1866: Chapter 1861: Artifact Seedbed (16)

"She has already..."

Although they dared not look directly, the three who hadn’t run too far seemed clearly focused on the commotion here.

Thus, Fu Qian’s hint was not only heard, understood deeply by everyone, leaving no room for personal choice.

Slowly turning to look over, Jill, realizing the person was gone, expressed disbelief at first glance.

The battle between two High-level Extraordinaries, with one potentially backed by even more unique power, ended so efficiently without leaving a trace.

This person... what exactly are they here for? And who is Lanina?

"Yes, it has returned, but it doesn’t matter; its will is still protecting us."

Seeing Jill’s expression, Fu Qian nodded with a smile, indicating there was no need to despair excessively.

Still protecting?

Unfortunately, clearly not understanding his words, Jill couldn’t help but continue looking around, just like the other two.

"What is this thing!"

And a few seconds later, a restrained gasp sounded out.

"Don’t be sad, it’s already the last thing it can do for us."

Seeing the group finally had some realization, Fu Qian sighed deeply, his tone filled with emotion—

As if a layer of fluorescent filter had been added, the giant ice wall, which had just given off an oppressive abyssal depth, now appeared a bit lush and green.

Very similar to the final hue of the Plague Dragon, and this change wasn’t limited to just the ice wall.

Realizing something, Jill was the first to cover her mouth and nose.

...

The Instant Death Bar doesn’t seem to be easing at all.

Although he didn’t make those meaningless gestures, Fu Qian’s perception wasn’t good either.

During the earlier test after the Crimson Angel’s death, he had a bad premonition, and now it seemed somewhat confirmed.

This scene before him could indeed be considered the pollution left by the Plague Knight, but could it also be interpreted as the residual Plague Knight?

The descending Apocalypse Knight wouldn’t die; even if shattered, they would still integrate into this place, continuing to push towards the final moment.

If this were true, then looking for Virgin Lania while killing the descending Apocalypse Knights one by one to delay might not work.

"A Plague at the Supernatural Level?"

Staring at the Sinners with no apparent anomalies, Jill’s mood, already at rock bottom, stumbled even deeper, but fortunately, the Scholar nearby voiced the pressing question on her mind.

This once-severely-ill prisoner now looked even more haggard than before, asking between bouts of intense coughing, appearing as if on the brink of collapse.

This demeanor was so infectious that even before the Sinners responded, Jill felt her throat itching.

"It’s useless."

And while she struggled to suppress the urge, the Scholar had already turned towards them, shaking his head to force a smile.

"It doesn’t rely on breathing at all, cough... nor does it spread through the skin; unless you have a way to completely isolate from the Supernatural Level, cough... otherwise, you’ll just have to endure it... cough..."

Though it was difficult to say, he managed to convey his point completely, even gaining recognition from another professional.

"Very accurate description, and it’s not just around here; the plague seems ubiquitous, so like the Scholar earlier, if you have anything to increase your Blood Bar, you’d better take it out and use it quickly."

In the next moment, Fu Qian finally spoke up for commentary, even giving advice.

"Sir, cough... you’re not afraid?"

This statement undoubtedly sent chills through hearts, prompting Li to instinctively use polite address under urgency.

Despite being an athlete, even he couldn’t help but cough while speaking.

"I’m not afraid, although its effect is noticeable, it’s still far below that of the Crimson Frenzy."

Fu Qian shook his head and straightforwardly stated the harsh truth.

"But I don’t have any medical or purification items..."

Li grimaced upon hearing this, yet still voiced his troubles.

"I understand, youngsters are like that."

Fu Qian seemed unsurprised at all.

Eating popsicles, sleeping on cold beds, all relying on youthful vigor—who hasn’t been young before?

"They might have some; you could consider how to strike a deal."

With a sigh, Fu Qian gestured toward Jill and the others.

"How could it be like this..."

Li seemed momentarily at a loss but instinctively looked over while muttering to himself.

"...I do have some left, but it’s definitely not enough to last long."

Under his gaze, Jill hesitated for a moment but finally made a decision.

"Can you help us, Sir? Cough..."

While acknowledging her situation openly and reminding Li not to entertain irrational thoughts, she decisively sought help from the top expert present.

"Sorry, I’m busy."

Regrettably, almost instantly, Fu Qian shook his head, revealing the now more apparent blood lines on his hands.

...

"So do you have any suggestions, Sir?"

In the silence, as expected, the Scholar, ever-curious, cautiously inquired.

"I do, my suggestion is don’t listen to its suggestion."

To everyone’s surprise, he indeed provided an answer, though the content...

Though the Sinners gestured towards the giant ice wall while speaking, it was easy to comprehend the underlying meaning—not recommending doing as An said, surrendering resistance to embrace the Crimson Frenzy.

"But we have no other way; if we don’t do that, we’ll soon die... So are you sure it truly poses any danger, something that will kill us faster?"

Not only refusing to guide, but even negating an option, Jill couldn’t help but retort.

"I am sure, but not in the way you think."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian’s response remained hopeless.

"I know you don’t believe it, consider it a gamble without alternatives, and honestly, I’m not sure what would happen—but I will kill you just as I killed it."

In a gentle tone, Fu Qian indicated the omnipresent gray-green hue.

"Of course, you can flee, run, try hiding somewhere you think I can’t find."

...

"Or if we help find Lanina, can you save us?"

Fu Qian’s words induced considerable silence, but the human virtue of survival instinct he always admired shone brightly once more.

While the group stood at a loss, Ms. Jill, clearly the most world-wise among them, paused briefly before proposing a thought.

The Sinners’ words conveyed no clear emotion, yet it was hard to take them as a joke.

Especially with the ironclad fact before them, An, who had transformed into a high-level extraordinary, was swiftly executed in the blink of an eye.

But if they didn’t act, what options did they have? —There were some.

It was indeed impolite to ask for help without offering anything, but weren’t the Sinners looking for someone?

"Theoretically, this causal relationship really exists."

Considering Jill’s suggestion, Fu Qian nodded thoughtfully, then initiated Blood Conquest and disappeared from the spot.

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