Chapter 2877 - 2872: Light Double-headed Blood Demon
Chapter 2877: Chapter 2872: Light Double-headed Blood Demon
So it really is the First Apostle back in full heavy gear?
Such absolute obedience, in Fu Qian’s eyes, is undoubtedly proof of his earlier guess.
The Limb Reattacher has finally been reattached; the two Old Lus seem to have become the First Apostle’s spare parts.
And because the First Apostle’s mental state isn’t too great, it’s like the only thing he has left is the instinct to revere the Blood Moon alone.
Even if that was just Annalise’s lie.
All in all, it actually makes one think of Brother Ariel.
Jie jie jie... So all these years of asking Lady Nepheli for pointers weren’t wasted after all? This honored self went and refined a Puppet too?
Though compared to Ariel, this one is more like a virtual idol.
Terrifying Momentum inside the Dream, and not even a shadow visible outside it.
You can only say that in this sort of rebirth, Mr. Herbert somehow still clung to his true nature; truly worthy of the title Dream Pursuer.
As for why this sort of thing would happen, thinking it through, it’s not that unreasonable.
It was already due to the Dream being excessively contaminated that he ultimately turned into a soft-bodied creature.
And it’s precisely because of this that Herbert, as if by fate, gave the broken Divine Dream one last puff of breath, and dragged Old Master Lu and the others along for the ride.
That "dragging" even has two meanings: on one hand, Lu Ming and his father were harmed by traitors, their bellies stuffed full of Herbert’s bone-grafts, so they were pulled under as well, pollution trailing behind.
On the other hand, if they hadn’t been dragged under like this, when they faced Old Master Yibu’s wrathful Thunder back then, those elders probably would’ve already ascended to immortality.
In short, the fact that the two of them were still cracking jokes and playing the duo just now, and are vividly lifelike even now, all counts as riding Herbert’s coattails.
But pros come with cons, and at the moment, under his influence, they also look like they can forget about ever getting out of the Dream.
Still, same old rule: always look on the bright side.
At the very least, after switching to a pair of blood-red eyes, their whole vibe has actually improved a tiny bit.
Specifically, the side where the two heads are closer together now both have red pupils, so not only is there more symmetry, it even looks as if they’ve combined into a third person, wickedness bristling.
"Good work."
In the blink of an eye, the Two-headed Vampire has already gone and come back, and Fu Qian sizes up this bizarre design, without making any fuss about those two totally empty hands.
He was really just checking how well the order was executed, and as it turns out, not only was there zero hesitation, it even knew to come back and report.
The only pity is it seems to dislike talking now.
Professor Fu, a big shot of a leader, offers thanks, and it just stands there with no reaction.
"Attack me with full force."
A leader, of course, has a temper; Fu Qian snorts on the spot, administering Punishment right then and there.
...
You can tell the Punishment is heavy; even this Puppet without a mind seems to hesitate for a split second.
But this is where being taciturn shines: the Two-headed Vampire ultimately doesn’t question the order; its body vanishes on the spot.
Shi——
And when it reappears, a vicious, glowing claw has already torn apart the afterimage Fu Qian left in place.
As the current absolute controller of the Dream, whipping up targets like this is simplicity itself.
And the Fu Qian appearing not far away is shredded again, continuing to shower the Two-headed Vampire with praise.
You can only say, worthy indeed of a creature deeply fused with the Dream; its concealment is already close to half of the First Generation Dark Moon’s level. Most Second Phase folks would find it quite troublesome to deal with.
At the same time, its lethality is no less impressive.
This classic Bloodline Clan Dark Claw still has its classic justification.
Even if it were hitting the real body instead of a phantom, taking it head-on like this would make it hard to guarantee zero damage—wait a minute, why is the Dark Claw glowing?
Pa——
After the third consecutive illusion is ripped apart, Fu Qian snaps his fingers and casually sends out three more.
Watching the Two-headed Vampire flicker in and out as it unleashes a blood-and-iron slaughter among them, Fu Qian notes that those flying claws have taken on a bit of the Punishment Knight’s flavor.
What gathers at the palm is no longer thick, inky-black mist; on the contrary, it carries a brilliant, holy aura.
The lines are straight and razor-sharp; each movement like a flashing grating—yes, that kind of grating.
"Stop."
In a blink, the Two-headed Vampire once again wins three-on-one with ease, and Fu Qian calls a halt in satisfaction.
You have to admit, the obedience is flawless; the moment he manifests, he’s instantly locked onto, the glowing Dark Claw streaks in and only freezes less than a body-length away.
"Brother Sanxun, still not heading back this late?"
At such close range, the observation becomes all the clearer.
Eyes fixed on that shining claw until it dissipates, Fu Qian narrows his eyes in a smile and switches forms of address.
...
"Who... exactly are you?"
The Dream is very quiet, but not for long.
At some point, this newly refined Puppet actually produces sound.
Not only that, the voice doesn’t come from either head; instead, it forms a faint outline centered on those two blood-red eyes.
The outline might be blurry, but Fu Qian can be quite sure that it’s not the First Apostle’s face, but the Third Follower’s.
He knew it; Mr. Herbert’s will might be strong, but at most it’s just a shred of remnant intent, maybe even a wish already spent—where would he get the strength to sculpt a little man at the end?
So the core drive of this Puppet isn’t from the Bloodline Clan, but provided by the great Law Apostle, merely using the bloodline framework?
Which is also why this bizarre attack, the Light of Darkness Claw, exists?
He may have unlocked the "Puppet Refinement" achievement, but in Fu Qian’s view, Herbert’s Vitality has always felt a bit too stubbornly tenacious.
Now it all seems much more reasonable.
It wasn’t that, when the Dream shattered, Herbert’s last trace of power saved Old Master Lu and company; Brother Sanxun was dragged over.
At first glance it sounds absurd, given that even Lord Pa Qi vouched for it: as a Messenger of the Law, someone like the Third Follower can indeed be called a variant Immortal.
So in Fu Qian’s understanding, the situation with the White Tower Codex was basically Sha Ming, leveraging his grasp of the Law, using the rules to invite a Holy Envoy to descend.
Even if the Codex were truly destroyed at the end, an existence belonging to the rules themselves would simply leave; it couldn’t really be harmed.
Yet what’s in front of him now seems to offer an alternate angle.
What belongs to the rules themselves may be "Immortal," but is also easily exploited like the rules—independent of personal will.
And the Divine Dream’s twin attributes of moon and law seem to have triggered a very different outcome once broken.
The Third Follower might be very unwilling, but his will doesn’t matter, he still got stuffed into a Puppet and turned into its power core.
Logically, that sort of checks out; it’s just that the resulting product is a bit on the eldritch side.
Holy Light Two-headed Vampire?
Or should we call it the Light Double-headed Blood Demon?
"Who dares make trouble in front of my Rebirth Club."
Sizing up that excessively distinctive look, Fu Qian merely stands with his hands behind his back, Momentum overflowing, in response to the Third Follower’s cry of alarm.