Facing An Ancient God For A Year
/ Facing an Ancient God for a Year Chapter 1462 – 1460: The Core of Artificial Existence (30)
Chapter 1462: Chapter 1460: The Core of Artificial Existence (30)
Sure enough, even a Demigod is not immune.
Having two actual heavy firepower weapons pointed at Fu Qian didn't cause any fluctuation in his emotions.
Although imagining what a splendid scene it would be with all the bullets depleted inside is intriguing.
Without any emotional factors, he ignored the warnings and left directly, confirming the state of the interceptor was one of his intentions.
Facts prove that although transcendent beings of high ranking have high resistance to the Clear Dream Ring, Ms. Thirteen's influence was almost momentary.
Excluding reasons like congenital insomnia physique, it's obviously highly probable that, like Winona and the others, she's become a victim of the vile plague.
Considering her contact with Lek, it seems impossible to think otherwise.
We can only say that the contagiousness of the vile plague is truly shocking, feeling like it surpasses the level of anyone getting pregnant just from a glance.
The key is its exaggerated concealment, even a Demigod-level being like Ms. Thirteen also fell victim without knowing.
If left to continue like this, what would Los turn into would be even more intriguing than a two-gun firefight scene.
This grim performance proves two things: firstly, the previous quarantine monitoring plan was indeed correct.
For his mission, Mr. Lek is almost a fail-immediately project the nearer one gets.
Secondly, the Night Watchman did find the real source, not a false good news, as no other infected has shown any contagiousness up to now.
"I helped you check your body."
The situation became clearer, and Fu Qian, satisfied, answered while looking at Ms. Thirteen's frost-covered face.
"Heh... so what's the result?"
Of course, unfortunately, such an answer is not only hard to convince but can also be quite offensive.
Bang!
Not quite sure of Ms. Thirteen's age but she seems older than Chief Yuan, temperament-wise too.
Next moment, as the trigger is pulled, one of the guns pointed at his head decisively spat out a mass of lightning.
That's right, a mass.
Fist-sized, surrounded by bright blue electric arcs, yet possessing a water-ball-like texture.
Even the quality.
After being expelled like a bubble from the gun's muzzle, it wobbled without any of lightning's swiftness and even arced visibly through the air under gravity, plummeting.
The scene exudes an unusual beauty, yet also full of madness and chaos, and indeed packs quite a punch.
Despite its slow flight, being so close, the rampaging arcs almost instantly swept Fu Qian's forehead, allowing him to fully experience electric therapy.
The electric ball itself demonstrated astonishing stability, blazing wildly, yet the main body showed no deformation, continuing its arc steadily towards Fu Qian.
Unfortunately, it still couldn't reach its destination.
The next moment, a frost-covered hand directly met it.
Without any dodge, Fu Qian even grabbed this special bullet.
It really did feel somewhat soft.
Upon grabbing, besides the fiercely hundredfold tearing on the flesh, it felt like holding a water balloon, drawing admiring clicks from Fu Qian.
And the next moment, under Ms. Thirteen's cold gaze, a giant claw, white and crystalline, its surface covered with radiating patterns, almost instantaneously congealed.
With its exaggerated size engulfing the electric ball, the giant claw squeezed slowly yet firmly, producing ominous roaring sounds.
"Not great, entry into dreams is difficult, and there are issues with emotional control."
Not a spark escaped until the giant claw stopped, and Fu Qian leisurely gave his diagnosis.
"Cold yet full of vitality, you're indeed more bizarre and terrifying than I imagined."
However, faced with Fu Qian's negative-laden comments, the once brimming-with-murder Ms. Thirteen suddenly lost her anger, even giving a high-level compliment.
"I now believe you indeed have no intention of threatening Winona and the others' lives."
"Too kind, such triviality is nothing compared to the true source of this power."
Facing the Chief of the Night Watchman's undeserved praise, Fu Qian remained humble with no signs of hostility, even retracting his giant claw effortlessly and naturally stepped forward to keep pace.
The true source of power...
Ms. Thirteen appeared slightly curious at this statement, but hesitated before stepping forward, choosing not to pursue further questioning.
"You knew I was testing you? Negative emotions were just pretended?"
"Yes."
Fu Qian responded casually.
"And you also seem to have no negative emotions?"
"Because I tested you first."
Fu Qian's overly meticulous answer led directly to several seconds of silence.
From Ms. Thirteen's somewhat complex eyes, it felt like she didn't completely buy into this.
Though true, when Fu Qian feigned leaving, he indeed anticipated the possibility of her not appearing.
The benefits mentioned earlier, this test's result was one of them.
If he actually struts away and the interceptor still doesn't show up.
Then it might mean that the previous suspicion of Mr. Lek being guided to come was overthought.
In other words, the Night Watchman tagging him so heavily was merely due to the perceived threat, aiming to track him real-time without forcing him together with Lek.
While such an approach is somewhat conservative, it's still reasonable.
Unfortunately, Ms. Thirteen proved her decisiveness through her actions.
Indeed, regardless of her natural demeanor or smooth explanation, her arrival was too hasty.
Feigning anger or merely probing, in Fu Qian's view, are superficial.
Her real intention is only one — delay time, lead him to Lek, in the guise of free will.
Brother Lek might have "seized the flaw" to escape successfully, unknowingly fleeing here amidst the chase.
As for the purpose, it could only be to confirm the reasons behind some of his strange actions through subsequent reactions.
Like obviously investigating Lek-related matters but not seeking first contact.
And why he would rather choose the hassle of leaving than sit down for a conversation.
Thus, the situation continues marching stably towards the envisioned crisis.
The fortunate part, as a professional, besides the risk of his mission crumbling anytime, Fu Qian noted the accompanying advantage — the commander of Los's Night Watchman is now beside him.
In this mission, the Night Watchman for him essentially serves as the chemical defence unit, with the unit's commander here, subsequent indirect manipulation becomes easier.
"Has Mr. Lek ever explained why he wouldn't spare even cats and fish?"
Blinking, in the next moment Fu Qian proactively brought up a new topic.
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