Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1745: Chapter 1740: Bitter Fruit (34)

Ah?

Fu Qian naturally kept the whole time watching Doctor Dorian’s trump card, a highly anticipated new Tool agent.

However, it remained perfectly still, even as swarms of insects streamed in and out of its mouth and nose, showing no signs of supernatural phenomena.

In fact, its flesh was quickly assimilated, bolstering the Insect Flow to continue spreading wildly around.

I was wrong earlier; compared to Ms. Sara, this thing is more suitable for studying fluid dynamics.

And those chosen to be included in the church indeed are not ordinary people.

Seemingly having the strongest will to survive to the point where constantly wavering faith is no problem, the man in the felt hat surprisingly possesses extraordinary strength.

Without Lord Akons’ protection, this Cold Mountain Town does have a bit of a frenzy of demons feel to it.

Although its form does not look very advanced, from a Transcendent perspective, Fu Qian is quite clear that the flood he released represents a rather malevolent flesh corruption.

After covering himself with the Divine Skin has an immunity-twisting effect, it might be helpless against it, but the demons do not seem to form a united front against each other either.

After the long-haired suspected outsider male fell, the remaining two were also quickly targeted.

The Insect Flow seemed intent on sparing no one.

"Get out of here!"

Under the direct threat, the droopy man finally lost his cynical stance, jumped up grabbing a chair, attempting to smash the insects.

Poof—

He indeed smashed a few.

Perhaps recognized by the Holy Sword, he gained some strength.

As the chair dropped to the ground, it pulverized not only the surrounding insects but also the ground, turning them into a mass of mush.

However, since it was not a real Holy Sword in his hand, the Insect Flow was only slightly impeded and soon continued forward.

It seemed that even a real Holy Sword might not have been useful.

As if by a backlash, under the impact both his hands deformed in a way that made one’s bones ache just to look at them, unable to hold anything else, leaving only his legs to desperately run away.

"Guide us!"

Just as the Insect Flow looked about to expand and strengthen again, a familiar and trembling voice timely rang, from the old lady in the corner.

Being furthest from the Akons statue in the entire church, she undoubtedly had the most opportunity to escape.

Yet, she seemed not ready to hide in Darkness alone, though the potion in her hand had already been opened.

The next moment, the gift symbolized by faintly glowing liquid was directly flung into the air by her.

...

Obviously different from its previous use; theoretically, the potion was just a detection tool.

Yet under the candlelight, the scant liquid dissipated into the air as a mist.

Even this mist seemed alive, quickly sensing its prey amidst its rolling in mid-air, and surging towards the ground’s Insect Flow.

Moistening silently, it seemed a wail could be heard.

Upon contact, the Insect Flow’s movement slowed, while the mist seemingly constantly condensed upon it, causing it to lose color rapidly, becoming crystal clear like water.

And eventually, it struggled to even maintain its outline, utterly dissolving into a mass, losing vitality.

The potion imbued with this gift surprisingly dispelled the corruption miraculously.

Since escaping beside the old lady, the puffing and panting droopy man’s eyes showed he wasn’t quite so calm in the face of death, and utterly could not comprehend being saved in such a manner.

Although Fu Qian somewhat understood.

Before shouting that phrase or throwing out the potion, the old lady silently prayed, but it wasn’t hard to read some of her lip movements.

Fu Qian was quite sure, what she silently mouthed was a name at the end.

Only it wasn’t surely Akons; deduction more likely indicated something akin to "Skona."

Could such an existence also change names? Or was it simply called wrong before?

The reason the old lady had the gifted potion unavailable to others was that only she knew the true name?

Once, her faith’s object responded to her at some moment?

One must say, this place indeed brings many intriguing questions.

"Thank you."

Of course, now is not the time for quietly studying theology. Fu Qian gave a slight nod to the old lady, thanking her for her help at once.

Though it may not have been a significant threat, undoubtedly, Fu Qian was the primary target of the swarm of insects, and her actions undoubtedly saved him some effort.

And without waiting for a response, Fu Qian already turned around, walked away, and stepped into the night through the door he had traversed more than once.

...

Dorian’s control over the Tool agents indeed wasn’t akin to moving his arm with ease.

Although the church was in a frenzy of demons, he clearly couldn’t command everyone to attack him.

The troubles encountered above weren’t even as much as those caused by Sara alone.

Perhaps due to the special form of puppets, achieving the host’s ability requires giving them a certain degree of freedom.

As for the sudden departure from the church, it was certainly not because he thought Dorian was finished, preparing to spend some time in the night to leave as he did last time.

Since the doctor started prescribing, it must have been meaningful.

This time entering the Dream, Fu Qian didn’t hold back from demonstrating his lethal power.

And he believed that based on his performance up to now, Dorian would be very aware that only death would await him, should he safely exit the Dream.

In such a situation, Fu Qian didn’t think he would have the leisure to make any idle moves.

For example, that seemingly extra outsider, couldn’t have been here just to make up numbers.

In fact, at the moment of seeing that frightened expression, Fu Qian had a vague suspicion about the newcomer’s purpose here—

Rip!

There was no sound, it was Fu Qian who supplied one.

Because at that moment, something swept past his chest, slicing through the skin and flesh there, even bisecting the heart that had just been placed inside.

And magically, with these changes, all associated sensations, including pain, seemed to leave along with the spraying blood.

It was a far more miraculous feeling than watching one’s self being cut post local anesthesia.

As to who imparted this feeling, it seemed easy to guess—the unnamable "it."

Finally having the fortune to meet here after multiple unfruitful searches.

And they had barely left the church’s vicinity.

This contrasted sharply with how Sara clamored all the way last time, yet still didn’t allow "it" to reveal itself.

That was supposed to be the significance of the fourth person.

The intense fear and certain traits allowed the terrifying existence in the night to become real without his involvement, consequently disallowing him to remain outside.