Chapter 2023: Chapter 2018: Mourning God
Indeed, it was captured.
Even though the countless tentacles didnât hit, there was no longer any point in withdrawing once locked on.
Just as Fu Qian withdrew the tentacles back into his body, a figure slowly emerged almost exactly at the attackâs previous range.
Not only wasnât it akin to the Dragon Kingâs magical form, but it even resembled a human more than himself.
Blond hair, no beard, the visible parts of the face showed no signs of aging.
A white robe so splendid it was almost dazzling, apart from a hand holding a golden short staff, the rest of the body was tightly covered.
The white robe seemed to have the effect of isolating all prying eyes, making it impossible even for Fu Qian at this moment to confirm whether the other hand held a gun or something similar.
But this wasnât the most distinctive feature; covering the eyes on the undoubtedly human face was a delicately embroidered golden band.
Red seeped from beneath, soaking the band, while blood continued to flow down, forming a mournful visage.
As your gaze follows the blood drips, youâll find they gradually turn golden.
Returning to this perception, the head of blond hair seemed to burn like blood flames.
...
This appearance, perhaps even more appealing than that of a Tyrant.
Since it wasnât a self-chosen look, Fu Qian admitted without burden the superiority of this revealed form.
Such presence and style, standing there without a word, conveys profound compassion, like a mourning God for living beings, perfectly dividing right from wrong.
Despite bringing greater pressure than the Dragon King, it still wasnât the Dark Moon, Fu Qian was certain of this.
So this means God, the Dragon King, the Dark Moon... at least three powerhouses joining forces to crusade against the ancient Tyrant?
Isnât that a bit too epic?
Am I truly playing such a classic villain role?
Although the "Poison" spreading on my body isnât well-suited to this figure...
Fu Qianâs gaze settled on the golden staff in Godâs hand, the attack that pierced my body earlier was undoubtedly unleashed from it.
Itâs still triggering.
A sharp edge, indistinguishable as blood or gold in color, extends from the tip of the staff.
Even without hitting, merely aiming at me accelerates the spread of the "Poison" on my body.
Itâs no surprise; like the Dragon King, appearing isnât for peace, but to thoroughly unleash oneâs power.
Theoretically, although Iâve achieved minor victories, the situation remains dire in every way.
A rapidly deteriorating contamination on my body, the slowness caused by the dragonâs roar hasnât been resolved.
Iâve caught a hidden opponent, but at the sacrifice of hard-won opportunities for a swift kill; the soul butterfly fragments earlier gave me a significant blow.
Although the injuries arenât unbearable, they help accelerate the spread of the "Poison."
And this is just one captured opponent; at least thereâs still a Dark Moon lurking.
Now even the image has fallen behind, feeling utterly condemned by justice.
I can only say the Abandonment King died quite deservedly back thenâbut my own death would be unjust.
Whatâs the difference between this and being caught like a wanted criminal after posting an ID online?
Of course, Fu Qian didnât try to explain because itâs meaninglessâcrusaders will ask if theyâre open to explanations.
The next question, therefore, is if the Tyrant dies like this... how does the Dragon King meet his end?
Fu Qian vanished from the original location and reappeared beside the Dragon Kingâs massive body, interlaced with scales, cloaked in frost.
...
Of course, it wasnât a spontaneous special effect; "Frostburn" doesnât remotely achieve this level.
It was like an invasion at absolute zero, truly chilling beyond description.
The range was small, with additional special authority, making it incredibly concealed, almost unnoticed before entry.
As for why I crashed right into itâthe reason is simple, itâs arranged around my teleportation point.
A chubby little bug exploded into Ice Crystals with Fu Qianâs arrival.
The near-warp-like maneuver I pulled off wasnât a sudden revelation; it was the result of planting a Corrosion Seed inside the Dragon Kingâs body.
Despite forgoing a Visceral Critical Strike earlier, I implanted something, among other things.
Using the bug to trigger a side-effect-free Extreme Hunger Infection earlier,
itâs regrettable compared to "Huo," who died by my hand in the past; maybe the Dragon King isnât a true dragon but is certainly a Superior Being.
Making it unnoticed is impossible; keeping distance, evidently isolating the small thing instead of crushing it.
Why isolate rather than crush it?
Clearly unwilling to waste it, ultimately coordinated with the persistently unseen Dark Moon to lay a trap for me.
The opponent was always waiting for any potential moves from me.
Even now, amidst being surrounded by freezing cold, the Dragon King swung its claws at me again.
Such seamless coordination, Iâve felt your resolve.
With admiration deep inside, Fu Qian activated the second effect of a Dark Moon RingâDeep Sleep of Time and Moon.
Come, let me cooperate as well.
...
The Dark Night descends again.
Itâs evident, worthy of the item exhausting the Witch to reveal its true form, the sealed power is genuine and substantial.
Even with the suspected Dark Moon directly assisting, the effect successfully activated.
Theoretically, this resembles cooperating with them in suicidal actions.
Everyone losing vision is one matter; in such a setting, the Dark Moon is markedly capable of maximizing stealth effects on itself or allies.
And using a brief intimidating period from the four halos, I finally managed to break the prior actâ
Hence, any actions that bring no benefits, how could they possibly be mine?
If it wasnât the Tyrant, then who was it?
After claws tore the Tyrantâs body again, the Dragon King seemed to ponder the question.
It seemed to come to some suspicion, resulting in the subsequent pursuits lacking determinationâespecially amidst the Tyrantâs relentless and cold counterattacks.
Showing no surprise at being trapped, no concern for physical damage either.
In the darkness where the Superior Beingâs sharp senses remained, the previous scene of mutual damage replayed.
Differently though, this time though Dragon Kingâs head received damage again, the shattered bone plate was pierced by a gigantic crystal arm exuding endless cold.
Including around that terrifying body, the coldness was so intense it stagnated thought.
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