Chapter 2261: Chapter 2256: Moonlight Burns
Without a word, the big shot divulged himself directly.
From this alone, one can fully sense the prisonersâ tense emotions and the importance of strategic stability.
A fierce person who doesnât talk much; the earlier silent smile perhaps exerts more pressure than directly accusing the other of not being the true Interlocutor.
The end result was that everything arranged by the big shot inside the gateâthe atmosphere, the grand entranceâshattered upon impact.
This involves the previously mentioned "prisonerâs dilemma": everyone whoâs been trapped for too long is possibly banding together to grab someone to step on as a means of escape, using every conceivable method for this hope.
But no matter what, a fundamental condition is that under a genuine plan, there must be the strength to fight for a spot to climb out.
Thus, the one appearing before us is, in a sense, already the ultimate embodiment of the prisonersâ courage.
Simultaneously plotting for two High Tier players, they must also know better than to naively believe that without really pushing, they could complete it.
Unfortunately, after testing, this courage seems still insufficient.
"Impressive!"
Though the involved person seemingly didnât think so; in a fleeting moment, the voice of the "Inner Diplomat" unexpectedly resounded from some location in the corridor.
"The Tyrant is the Tyrant, even in this dream, still making people detest."
No doubt emphasizing that he hasnât left, thereby defining the previous actions as mockery.
Even the information given immediately after was quite substantial, directly highlighting the nickname of the Abandonment King.
But to be honest, initially, it sounds impactful, yet upon deeper thought, it is entirely expected.
Among the prisoners alone, thereâs Alarakir and the Destiny Snake, who clearly know their identity as the Abandonment King.
Now in this state where you have me, and I have you, sharing fluids; sharing some information is considered negligible.
"It seems he plans to play hide and seek with us."
Though completely understanding the Inner Diplomatâs words, Fu Qian did not pay attention but instead turned to speak to the Witch.
"Indeed, not leaving, but in a very special state of transformation, concealment, and protection; itâs hard to lock onto."
The Witch nodded, heroes often see alike.
The reaction couldnât be more typical; not wanting a direct confrontation yet wanting to keep people here a little while longer to refine, how else to proceed other than circling around for guerrilla tactics?
One can easily imagine him coordinating with attacks from the Rust Marks, occasionally causing some harassment.
Someone might ask what is the point of this, why not just ignore him and leave?
An extremely pragmatic thought, yet precisely because of this option, Fu Qian suspects the upcoming road might not have significance leading deeper into the Dream.
Like the legendary grabbing of coins from a cauldron of oil, before the hand gets cooked, they arenât allowed to probe directly to the bottom.
"Tyrant?"
At this moment, after commenting on the courage of that player, the Witch didnât forget the contents she heard earlier, evidently impressed by Fu Qianâs nickname.
"Just an infamous name, given by the folks back home."
Not denying it, Fu Qian even modestly replied.
Ding! Ding!
And while speaking, he casually flicked away two approaching murder weapons.
But in an instant, the originally solidified rust-colored marking became active once more.
Even the weapons used for attacks seemed no longer to be ownerless blades.
At a glance, they appeared faintly grasped by non-human sharp claws.
So truly not absent, His Excellency Alarakir.
Fu Qian confirmed he wasnât mistaken; it was a body structure resembling that of an insect.
Even the next moment, another weapon slashed over, resembling the appendages of some biological entity.
...
"Their state is very peculiar; the boundaries of power seem to be blurring. I wonder if our earlier actions triggered it."
The Witch appears mainly amused.
Regarding Fu Qianâs modest explanation, she seems somewhat contemplative of this process, imagining her own Knight rampaging through the countryside while continually evaluating the ongoing changes.
The attack targeting her only increased, yet even when adding an insect form, it hasnât touched the body but quickly slowed down, rendering even the rust marks unable to be stained.
"So do you still wish to express gratitude?"
The Witchâs statements confirmed the thoughts in her mind; the next moment Fu Qian turned and asked the Interlocutor nearby.
His demeanor almost perceived as tear-inducing.
Even with a purely human face, itâs hard to display such a strong brokenness.
Below the nose, it seems residual of the earlier intense momentum shared with the one inside.
Yet the eyes were long unfocused, faintly showing signs of Shattering Void.
"Hmm..."
The sadness so profound that even the effort to deliberately ignore Fu Qian appears to have waned; instinctively made a response.
"Then continue, think of how to lead us to find that other you."
Fu Qian regardless asked, gesturing behind the door, straightforwardly demanding the fulfillment of the promise.
"That... isnât me."
Given the abstract request, the Interlocutorâs distraction issue was forcefully remedied, instinctively defending himself.
"So is this âyouâ?"
Unfortunately, the hard-earned self-awareness was dispersed with a single remark from Fu Qian.
...
You know the one inside is impersonating you with a rather impactful entrance.
But at this moment, the one conversing with me, are you the self you imagine?
Under the prisonersâ influence, even the "self" seems to have quintuplicated, and thereâs no need for thought patterns to be so uncompromising.
Fu Qianâs words arenât difficult to understand; the Interlocutor grasped it readily.
The resulting impact only left him more confused, as if about to be completely entrapped in the whirlpool of nihilism.
"Donât worry, I wonât accept gratitude but will simply eliminate him."
Donât ask why confused; in terms of enlightening confusion, His Excellency the Tyrant never falls behind, quickly furthered by saying.
Fu Qian deeply understood the state demonstrated by the Interlocutor; even if another threat of death comes, itâs unlikely to have much effect now.
But itâs okay; he can threaten others with death, like fleeing at light speed, the one Brother Interlocutor absolutely wouldnât favor.
"Can lead the way... but Iâm unsure if it is my will..."
Indeed, it pierced the pain point instantly, the Interlocutor immediately perked up, even proactively presenting possible risks.
"Itâs alrightâdo you need assistance?"
Fu Qian completely unconcerned, not even caring about the Interlocutorâs reactions, turned to confirm with the Witch instead.
The latter still quietly stood there, holding the Covenant Book, observing the Knightâs actions, increasingly embodying the Pontiffâs demeanor.
"Not needed for now."
Obviously having no objection to the Knightâs arrangement, the Witch shook her head, suggesting thereâs still a possibility to try.
Almost as the words fell, the originally dissolving snow color on the white curtain suddenly became more radiant, even the billowing mist couldnât quickly cover it.
Moonlight burns.
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