Chapter 2704 - 2699: Extra Gains
Chapter 2704: Chapter 2699: Extra Gains
It could be considered bullying an honest person.
At first glance of Brother Apostle, Fu Qian slightly sensed the other person’s mental state, realizing it might be a weak point.
It’s not surprising, given that Liliyana has paved the way.
The God’s Burial Ground isn’t exactly a good place; going insane after staying too long seems reasonable.
In short, because there was already some focus on this aspect, realizing that Brother Apostle was the problem made sense.
But still, the question remains—why?
Why can the Dragon King hide in his inner world?
Why did he call himself an apostle earlier, yet wake up realizing strongly that he isn’t an apostle?
Why is he in this place, what is his relationship with the Night Watchmen?
Among these questions, only the third one seems to have a shred of an answer.
The exploration of the Bone Burial Ground yielded significant results, mainly due to "footprints."
The Observer from Senior Liliyana’s side, encountering the Heavenly Punishment Sword while trying to cross boundaries, all were things unseen before.
And following the observations, we tend to believe their existences are quite abstract, similar to traces of "history."
And don’t forget that Brother Apostle here suddenly appeared out of nowhere after operating the Eldest Son’s Perspective.
Though it seems much more real, could there be some essential similarity?
Yes, Fu Qian expressed he didn’t rule out that Brother Apostle and the surveillors from Liliyana’s side belong to the same type.
As for the latter half of the question, what relationship he has with the Night Watchmen is still uncertain, but one thing seems certain: the Night Watchmen can be summoned by him.
Beep—
Even after leaving the "dream," the special dripping sound from before remarkably continued, once again triggered ripples.
Although the worms outside the dream weren’t annihilated en masse, it seems some of their detectors were triggered.
It is really time to leave.
"Yes, I don’t have to be—"
A deep sigh filled his heart, although reluctant, every feast must end. Fu Qian looked at the Apostle beside his finger, surprisingly agreeing with the identification.
And as he uttered the last word, his enormous body leapt up directly.
It even tore through the sky, his form already changing again.
The scales elongated, the giant mouth became a sharp beak, wings turned from dense membranes into sword-like long feathers...
By the time it landed, the golden flame fully enveloped his body.
What was cast into that endless filth seemed no longer the imagined Dragon King, but a Phoenix reborn from fire.
And finally curled up into a ball, transformed into an oddly shaped sun, then suddenly disappeared.
...
Could this departure be considered acceptable?
When he appeared again, the light coming through the small window beside the counter was almost reaching his hand.
And Fu Qian rubbed the armrest of his seat, reminiscing about the final scene.
The operation just now seemed cool, but to sum up the core actually amounted to one thing—fast escape.
The Dragon King continued hiding, the alarm had been triggered, and under such circumstances, the wise choice was to return the way he came.
The reassuring part was that the door left by the Red Moon was indeed reliable, the whole process was smooth without any hindrance.
Of course, Fu Qian couldn’t resist adding some drama for himself.
Everything must have a proper conclusion; having just directed a drama of the true and false Dragon King, how could he ruin it at the last moment?
Not only that, but there should even be an elevation based on it.
So, Fu Qian thought of those Phoenixes earlier, the suspected self-rescue means of the Dragon King.
At least it was a painstaking effort, since he’d taken the Metallic Avian Blood, he ought to bear this cause and effect?
Just right, this time’s display is still on the theme of transformation; adjusting the style is convenient.
Thus with just a gliding distance, Fu Qian quickly adjusted some elements, aligning the style towards the legendary Winged Divine Dragon.
Coupled with the final lines "I don’t have to be," it should easily evoke imagination.
Perhaps being seen is just a probability event, but as the saying goes: a gentleman is cautious when alone.
Even without an audience, the performance must continue.
Of course, it wasn’t merely for mischief.
The core element lies in the final sun, and the golden flame burning above it.
Throughout the mysticism investigation until now, the Unbearable Wheel has certainly become a particularly delicate point.
Fu Qian didn’t intend to make the Night Watchmen believe the Ancient Sun God has returned, after all, according to Henry, the indisputable fact within the Night Watchmen is that entity fell completely.
But this shouldn’t hinder the appearance of some elements related to Him, thereby arousing the Night Watchmen’s vigilance.
Especially since it also seems connected to the Fire of Madness.
The golden flame was far more than just for visual effect, to make the whole appear more like a sun.
For Fu Qian, it was even a method of echoing, both front and back.
Don’t forget that the Fire of Madness also belongs to one of those dirty waters poured on the Lord of Father’s Amnion.
Yet now the latter was in a state of conceding defeat, if this wasn’t significantly found on His body, what then?
When the time comes, even if Fu Qian portrays himself normally as a technological advisor throughout the process, it might still provoke some thoughts.
The best approach at such a time isn’t to explain, but to provide them with a new target.
The turmoil of God’s Burial Ground, the reappearance of the Fire of Madness, possibly connected to the sun, these elements should still be quite eye-catching.
And theoretically, the Night Watchmen, holding many historical secrets, Fu Qian is indeed very curious about how they would react to this.
All in all, this time has indeed been rewarding, worth the trade of another set of clothes.
Fu Qian lowered his head looking at himself, the rigid lines, the dull curved force, the forged luster...
That was an incomplete set of armor, adjusted on the return journey.
Because the exploration was autonomous, even the smallest work uniform benefits were absent, previous worn attire was completely destroyed.
And this set, though visually effective too, hardly resembles a bookstore owner.
Customers seeing from outside might think there’s some kind of cosplay event happening.
Not to mention, aside from armor, there was even battle-scar paint—
Fu Qian’s hand gently glided over his left wrist, the armor therein melted and shrank, a fierce pattern coiled up prominently.
...
Dark red and gloomy, like dragons soaring and phoenixes flying.
Besides the research gains, there was some material reward.
The source of the mark on his wrist was simple, from the close encounter with the Dragon King.
No matter how crazy he was, the latter was a Superior Being, reclaiming that trace of Crimson Frenzy was an unstoppable obsession.
Although the final result didn’t retrieve it, he was forced to send an extra piece.
After a thousand years, this pain of the Tyrant’s withering away and the manifestation of sneak attacks and curses, once again returned to the true body of the Tyrant.