Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 832: Chapter 830: Ignition (Part 4) Chapter 832: Chapter 830: Ignition (Part 4) “The consumption was somewhat high!”

Sitting again in the half-wagon, Fu Qian analyzed the gains and losses of the recent exchange.

Even as strong as he, if those few had not left, he would have feared that he would have had no choice but to show himself and kill.

However, this could not be said that Red Moon’s reward was not powerful; Blood Conquest was originally designed as a rush skill and was forcibly used by him as a stealth one.

Moreover, after this battle, the next time he met them, they would probably attack without a second word.

Even if he bore no grudges, they were very likely not to believe that he bore no grudges.

Of course, the advantages brought about were obvious.

The speech he had just made should greatly accelerate their efficiency, ensuring that they demonstrated their knowledge of this place with the momentum of thunder.

His mission was to Extinguish the Flame, and yet all three primary targets had similar peculiar traces on them; it would be indefensible not to make use of that.

As for how to track their actions, of course, he was well prepared.

Fu Qian closed his eyes, feeling a kind of special connection that existed only conceptually, pointing all the way into the distance.

That was his gain from Red Moon, the Thread of Concern.

The other end of the thread was pointing to a certain half-Demigod.

It turned out that the “thread of concern that even Divine Beings could not cut” was not boasted, and from the look of its stability, it seemed it could last for not a short time.

As for how this was achieved, to put it bluntly, it was very simple.

Although pulling a person over was too obvious and could easily raise suspicions, as previously said, reciprocation always doubled the effort.

Just now, Windbreaker Guy had approached him actively.

Realizing that Aike was distracting him to allow Windbreaker Guy to attack from behind, Fu Qian made up his mind, intentionally dodged in a very extreme fashion, and conveniently released his new skill.

It turned out that his quick decision was the right one.

If he had waited until the two Divine Envoys got close, the probability of being discovered would have greatly increased.

…

This place is indeed a bit out of the ordinary.

Fu Qian, now proceeding on foot, leisurely moved forward while surveying his surroundings.

Quickly, he spotted something unusual.

First, this was indeed a bustling city, as evidenced by the street pedestrians and the lights of the buildings.

At the same time, it was filled with the inclusivity described in the mission Introduction.

Along the way, one could see an array of creatures challenging human imagination, labeled as demons and monsters; many had departed from the human category.

Of course, that was not the surprise; what astonished Fu Qian was something else.

All these chaotic elements presented a kind of peculiar coordination.

A roaring, agitated massive hound would have a baseball stuffed down its throat in the next moment, and the delinquent who swung that bat would subsequently be sent flying by a speeding carriage, his cheers abruptly silenced, and upon closer inspection, the driver responsible for the collision had already been pierced through the head by a crossbow bolt coming from who knows where… and so on.

In other words, a group of oddities, a screen full of chaotic violence, ultimately formed an indescribable sense of coordination, operating without delay.

Fu Qian even felt that he was gradually blending into it.

The most direct manifestation was that, along the way, he actually did not need to stop passively for anything; it was extremely smooth.

I now believe that “any intrusion from outsiders will ultimately be quelled.”

In contemplation, Fu Qian voluntarily stopped his steps.

It seemed he had arrived at his destination.

…

Fu Qian did not immediately pursue the Hunting Squad using the invisible connection.

Although there was no time limit in the containment conditions this time, based on past experience, Fu Qian did not believe he had much time to leisurely set the stage.

This was why after realizing that Stoss and his companions had a special background, Fu Qian decisively talked nonsense to expedite their actions and let them help him find clues.

Of course, given that they could effortlessly hunt down a few targets and find out that his words were nonsense, what he needed to do now was to make those words true.

Make the city truly aware that several powerful outsiders were organized and carrying out killings.

Judging from Aike and the others’ actions, they even specifically used a carriage, clearly intending to sneak into the city and shoot quietly.

And along the way of observation, Fu Qian already had a few thoughts on how to help them kick their bad habit of keeping a low profile.

Directly killing a person in a completely opposite style and claiming a gang crime was undoubtedly the simplest way, but in Fu Qian’s view, the effect was still not good enough.

If this world’s smooth operating manner was like countless gears meshed together,

what if removing one could trigger a chain reaction?

And preferably, remove one that was big enough.

At this moment, Fu Qian had already identified one.

…

“Welcome, do you have a reservation?”

The waiter opened the door from inside, and Fu Qian entered a restaurant that seemed quite stylish.

Strictly speaking, it was not luxurious, and its size could only be considered moderate.

Its most significant feature was its quiet and orderly atmosphere.

Unlike the bustling chaos elsewhere in the city, this place could be said to resemble a normally operating restaurant the most.

Including the furniture and utensils full of signs of age, everything was quite clean.

“No, may I see the menu?”

Seated by the waiter, Fu Qian’s demeanor was completely natural, looking very much like someone who had come just to eat.

“Just a moment, Catherine~”

Following the call, a black-haired, red-lipped, extremely curvy waitress quickly served up a menu.

“Catherine?”

Fu Qian did not rush to take it, but regarded her with keen interest.

Just like the other customers in the restaurant at that moment.

“May I order now?”

Catherine, clearly accustomed to the attention, did not even lift an eyelid to Fu Qian’s query.

“Yes, bring me one of each dish that can be prepared in under five minutes.”

Fu Qian took the menu very amiably, glanced at it for a moment, and then spoke directly.

…

Clearly somewhat puzzled by Fu Qian’s manner of ordering, but in the end, Catherine just gave him a glance without asking further.

Fu Qian interpreted this as various bizarre methods used by guests to capture the attention of the beautiful hostess, already performed too many times.

Of course, in the face of her resistance, Fu Qian did not show any persistence, casually waiting for his meal while observing the diners around him.

As mentioned before, this place appeared to be a corner of a city still in normal operation.

Of course, this also meant that some inevitable, normal dramas occurred.

Slap!

Having taken a bite of a cold cabbage salad, Fu Qian watched with wide eyes as Catherine slapped a bald man across the face.

The slap was so fierce that Fu Qian even spotted a set of false teeth flying out.