Eldritch Horror Theatre

Since they last parted, Old Man Logan had truly changed drastically.

Fu Qian stared at the tangled mass of muscle and bone, sighing softly.

Back then, the old man had acted far too recklessly, confronting the True God that had Descended onto Ariel and losing control as a result. However, when Fu Qian rescued him, he had at least somewhat resembled a human.

Now, at a glance, his body was even larger than a Demigod Realm puppet, almost entirely devoid of any human characteristics.

The only comfort was that he remained fairly quiet, neither struggling nor howling.

Judging from what Chaumont and the others were saying, the Night Watchers had likely exhausted every method. Being powerless to turn the heavens, they had been forced to take the risk of coming here.

In truth, even though the Hunting Squad was extremely guarded against him, Fu Qian wasn’t so bored that he would actively cause trouble.

He was actually quite curious about how Chaumont intended to use the ”flames” to save Logan—holy shit, was every Night Watcher a brute?

The next moment, the sight before his eyes made Fu Qian marvel.

After realizing that they couldn’t chase him out, Chaumont acted with absolute decisiveness.He didn’t even bother giving an introduction, jumping straight into action.

An invisible force seemed to lift Logan’s colossal, crawling figure, moving it unhesitatingly toward the Stone Coffin.

Right at that moment, another ring of fire rippled outward, and at least a third of it slammed into him.

Almost instantly, flames identical to those on Chaumont’s group—but more than ten times as intense—ignited across Logan’s entire body.

The change seemed to bring ultimate agony. Logan immediately thrashed wildly in place. Flesh and blood wriggled like worms inside his deformed body, and the sound of snapping bones echoed like firecrackers.

...

Old Man Logan was looking truly miserable. Had he still not paid off the debt for his overly arrogant entrance?

Witnessing this, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in sympathy.

However, bitter medicine cures the sickness. Was it actually working?

Although Logan still lacked a human form, as a character with ninety-nine inspiration, Fu Qian could sense that the chaos within the old man was genuinely fading.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed the three Night Watchers looking stern and extremely tense.

Among them, Aike stared at him without even blinking.

They really are afraid I’ll cause trouble!

You’re overthinking it. Theoretically, Old Man Logan and I were once comrades-in-arms.

Fu Qian mused inwardly, choosing not to bring up the past.

Ever since the Hunting Squad mistook him for one of the Natives and tried to hunt him down, saying such things had lost all meaning.

Trapped in such a perilous environment, a chain of suspicion was far too easy to form.

Even if he told them he didn’t mind, they would never allow such a risk to exist.

...

While he pondered, another ring of fire erupted. With Logan blocking the front, there was no longer any need to dodge.

This undoubtedly provoked an even more violent struggle.

Looking at the situation, if Old Man Logan could absorb all these flames and return to normal, wouldn’t that be the legendary perfect ending?

Fu Qian observed the scene, letting his imagination run wild.

Unfortunately, perfect endings were usually reserved for princes and princesses.

Of course, it was obvious that the spectators here still held out hope for one.

...

Although they didn’t understand why, Fu Qian’s lack of any sudden moves clearly brought the Hunting Squad some relief.

For a moment, even the Demigod Realm expert Aike couldn’t help but divert a fraction of attention to the constantly changing Logan—and grew increasingly elated.

Visibly, the old man was beginning to regain a human outline.

He looked just as burly as when they first met. Not only were his facial features gradually taking shape, but hair was even starting to grow.

”Thank you. Actually, I suggest that Mister Andil leave now.”

In a great mood, Chaumont even took the initiative to suggest this to Fu Qian.

”You’re welcome.”

Fu Qian nodded.

He understood the man’s meaning perfectly well.

Considering his actions along the way, if Logan truly recovered, the Hunting Squad would have no lingering worries. They wouldn’t feel the slightest psychological burden about conveniently taking him out.

As for them not being able to find this place without his guidance?

What a joke—that was called strategizing within the command tent!

To Chaumont and the others, this operation had been successful because of their bravery and resourcefulness in cleverly utilizing him as a negative factor. That didn’t contradict the fact that he deserved to die.

Of course, not everyone operated like that.

But just like the aforementioned chain of suspicion, Chaumont and his group were clearly worried that he would harbor such thoughts.

And that would increase the probability of him secretly causing trouble.

So, from any perspective, advising him to leave was a perfectly reasonable move.

What a pity...

After his polite response, Fu Qian ignored him and continued to observe Logan.

The old man had completely regained a human form, yet the flames on his body still hadn’t extinguished.

The only problem was the web of bright red bloodlines covering his skin. Not only were they not fading, but they were slowly growing thicker and more pronounced.

This scene felt seemingly familiar.

Fu Qian briefly thought of a certain assassin team member.

The next moment, standing in place, he spread his fingers, and an Air Bullet whistled out.

”You...”

They had never expected that Fu Qian would not only refuse to leave but even launch an attack at a time like this.

Amid their shock and fury, Fu Qian instantly felt a binding force fall upon him.

However, before the Hunting Squad could take further action, Logan’s meaningless roar echoed out.

Facing Fu Qian’s attack, he instinctively raised his arms to block his face, seeming to have already regained a sense of self-preservation.

At the same time, however, the bloodlines on his arms twisted violently, appearing to want to break free and dodge the attack rather than act as a shield.

This...

The Hunting Squad seemed to realize something was amiss.

Chaumont subconsciously reached out, wanting to control Logan and pull him a safe distance away from the Stone Coffin.

Unfortunately, right at that moment, another ring of fire swept over.

Logan’s body began to tremble visibly. The bright red bloodlines struggled with particular intensity, slowly tearing themselves out of his flesh.

Ugh—

Amid a sound that was half-agony and half-relief, a humanoid silhouette composed entirely of bloodlines appeared beside Old Man Logan.

The sense of déjà vu grew even stronger.

Fu Qian touched a certain Ring on his hand.

It really was just like the Shadow Demon back then.

”Logan?”

Old Man Stoss’s call was laced with clear confusion.

The next moment, both Logans turned to look at him in unison.

Do they both possess the characteristics of the living?

Amid his musings, Fu Qian realized it wasn’t even over yet.

The next moment, Old Man Logan’s body underwent another violent tearing as a pristine white skeleton forcefully squeezed its way out.

Was this a case of one Qi transforms into the Three Pure Ones?

Fu Qian felt his horizons had been profoundly broadened today.

Of course, what struck him most was that even though Logan had absorbed a massive amount of flames, the scorching heat inside the Great Hall hadn’t diminished in the slightest—it had only grown more intense.

The bright yellow light on the Stone Coffin had already taken over more than half its surface.

Clearly, relying on absorption to Extinguish the Flame was impossible.

It was as if this world was being ignited bit by bit.