Eldritch Horror Theatre

A constant cycle between a state of absolute voidness and irritable gloom was something not even a Demigod could resist.

Naturally, Fu Qian had a deep impression of his expedition into the Angel Dungeon.

He still remembered Brother Kelsen, the Siren Group’s director for the Wasteland region, who had even been preparing to wash his hands in a golden basin and retire from the jianghu.

At the time, he understood that situation was influenced by the Mirror, which contained the power of a higher entity and could help people form covenants.

And under this annual separation, a special concept appeared for Covenanters to collect—the Darkness to Be Purified.

Although Brother Ji Yicheng, who had directed everything, ultimately fell during the harvest season.

There was certainly no Mirror in front of them now, and the interval between events was far less than a year, but this only proved the sheer power of the fellow behind all this.

Unexpectedly, the first thing Fu Qian thought of was the dried Angel corpse locked kneeling on the floor inside that hidden room within the Dungeon.

One shouldn’t forget the well-digger when drinking water, after all. He had already borrowed its wing design on multiple occasions.

He still remembered how terrifyingly strong that being had been. A Demigod had struggled to deal with just its single remaining corpse.Could it be one of her colleagues who had luckily managed to escape?

Honestly, Fu Qian was quite looking forward to the answer. He even believed he was very likely to get it—don’t forget, once the dark side was separated from oneself, someone still needed to harvest it.

This meant that the entity hiding in the shadows would very likely still need to reveal itself.

This was also why, after vaguely making that judgment earlier, he had suggested they wait in place.

One of the vital functions of knowledge was to keep a person from being easily misled or bluffed.

The highly oppressive Time Cage combined with the Humanity-Obliterating Combo from earlier would undoubtedly cause people to easily misjudge the situation and lose their footing.

For example, in a situation with no solution in sight, one might try to violently break it using a commandment-type power.

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Staying true to his original aspiration, Fu Qian certainly remembered the purpose of this trip.

And one of the manifestations of this excellent habit was that even though the series of signs appearing before him seemed increasingly unrelated to the ragdoll or Kelin, the first thing he did was still to put himself in her shoes and consider whether it was possible that all of this was simply Excellency Kelin’s disguise.

His conclusion was that for a veteran powerhouse of her level, no method would be too excessive; the possibility could not be ruled out.

Therefore, up until now, Fu Qian had no intention of violating the operational principles of this trip. He was in absolutely no rush to expose any of his abilities related to the Law.

And finally, thanks to Wen Li’s efforts, Chief Yuan and his own state had ultimately shifted toward the other extreme, confirming his speculation.

Although Wen Li herself appeared to still be in a state of absolute voidness, that did not matter in the slightest.

The atmosphere that had been built up all along was dispelled in a flash. If this Brother Angel didn’t make a flashy appearance now, it would simply be too embarrassing—

”Careful!”

Even though it was only a single word, one could still hear it brimming with negative emotions.

Fu Qian’s eager expectations were interrupted by Chief Yuan’s urgent roar.

Accompanied by this shout, streaks of black bands rapidly bloomed from her hands, weaving together into a net that blocked the space in front of herself and Wen Li.

It was woven quite nicely, but honestly, she was looking more and more like a spider-demon villain—especially by contrast.

Fu Qian didn’t mind Yuan Shan’s decision to leave him to fend for himself in the slightest. Instead, he simply sized up the sudden change before him and offered a critique.

He saw that the rapidly woven black defense had intercepted a resplendent Bright Light that resembled an Angel’s judgment.

It certainly hadn’t lost face. The hidden entity was truly decisive in its attack.

However, the choice of target was intriguing—it was solely aimed at Yuan Shan.

Streaks of crescent-shaped bright radiance that seemed to lack any physical thickness, yet sparkled like rippling water, whistled through the air, continuously slashing at the space in front of Yuan Shan.

Even after being blocked, they didn’t immediately dissipate. Instead, they continuously trembled, attempting to cut forward.

Unfortunately, even as the number of slashes rapidly increased to the double digits, Chief Yuan still appeared to handle them with relative ease. At the very least, her complexion was much better than it had been after Wen Li created two Emotional Ripples.

And the reason she could do so was very simple—the party launching the attacks appeared even more relaxed.

Pure white and slender, as if abruptly extending out from the flow of time itself, a single hand materialized out of thin air in a corner.

And those streaks of pure white crescents were being lightly flicked out by its fingers with every gentle sway and wave.

”Help! The target really is us!”

As he observed this scene, Yuan Shan, who had also gotten a clear look at the situation, let out another roar in a nasty tone, directly calling for backup.

The reason was very simple: the rest of the body behind that hand was rapidly emerging.

Equally snow-white, and not wearing a single stitch of clothing.

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It really was an Angel? Or was its Rank even higher, meaning it should be called an Archangel?

He had to admit that up until now, this entity was the one that most closely matched the descriptions found in legends.

Carefully observing the figure that had arrived by shattering the void, Fu Qian silently came to a conclusion.

It possessed long golden hair and lips like roses, and its eyes held nothing but a cluster of pure, clear radiance.

This body, which stood a full two meters tall without the slightest covering, seemed to radiate a holy and Inviolable aura from every inch of its skin, possessing no gender characteristics whatsoever.

Most importantly, the pair of wings slightly extended on its back—which were just as long as it was tall—astonishingly lacked a single Feather.

It was easy to tell that it had the exact same form as the corpse inside the Dungeon.

Except that this one was far more perfect by comparison, whereas that corpse could only be described as a flawed, defective product.

Of course, no matter what, it still wasn’t as eye-popping as Ji Yicheng’s fat Angel form.

”What kind of monster are you? State your name!”

Mental critiques aside, as Fu Qian observed it, he didn’t forget Chief Yuan’s call for help and instantly joined the battle.

His specific method of doing so was to let out a stern shout to boost their momentum.

Swish—

Unfortunately, the only response he received was a flurry of arc-light slashes flying over like snowflakes.

Chief Yuan was also decisive. She didn’t spare a single glance at the strategist providing her with ’vocal support,’ focusing entirely on carefully guarding the space in front of herself and Wen Li.

As for Wen Li, the moment she received the warning to be careful, she had instinctively moved closer to Yuan Shan. Right now, hiding behind the barrier, she maintained her posture of eyes on nose, nose on heart exactly like before, showing absolutely no curiosity toward the entity that had Descended.

It was obvious that Wen Li had a very clear understanding of her own position. The upcoming battle was not something she could participate in. In fact, she shouldn’t even look at it, lest she be influenced by the High-Tier Existence and become an even bigger burden on her two teammates.

Not bad.

Noticing this behavior, Fu Qian offered his praise while remaining completely unpanicked in the face of danger.

That phrasing was absolutely no exaggeration. After all, it was hard to say whether being hit by this kind of attack would also cause a drop in his SAN Value.

From this perspective, the threat posed by Excellency Archangel’s attacks was actually the greatest toward him.

Were the administrators of the Warehouse truly as ’evil’ as the Blasphemy Monarch had claimed back then, to the point that this purifying power actually had a special effect against them?

Amidst his thoughts, Fu Qian’s figure vanished from where he stood, causing every single slash to hit empty air.