Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1210: Chapter 1208: The Bamboo Joint Worms of Night Holy City (Part 16)

The attack just now had not deprived Yuan Shan of her discernment.

Even if the opponent truly wanted to kill her, such a tactic was not a good choice, unfortunately, the name Prism of Radiant Transformation made the teacher somewhat overly paranoid—

Yuan Shan’s thoughts suddenly solidified because in her field of vision, the teacher blocking her not only did not respond but even vanished into thin air.

Like traveling through a mirror, the next moment his figure appeared in the distant Void, tearing through Fang Xun’s… afterimage?

Increasingly dumbfounded, the one who had been passively defending also disappeared on the spot.

…

Is this possible?

At the same time, Fu Qian was no less shocked than Yuan Shan.

The disappearance was naturally due to his initiation of Blood Conquest.

Given the situation at hand, there was no need to entangle with Old Master Henry any longer.

After the fiercely intense probing just now, it was known that this person was still somewhat affected and did not intend to shake people away shortly.

Combined with the previous unsuccessful suicide, it was almost certain that the Prism of Radiant Transformation had set its heart on not ending things amicably and would rather pay a certain price to deal with him.

The reason it hadn’t done so now was clearly that its true body’s arrival needed time.

After all, it’s a historical branch dominated by the warehouse, and Its Oath Taker was still a double-crosser.

During this process, on one hand, It used the infiltrating power to ensure he couldn’t commit suicide to escape, and on the other hand, It guided Henry to come to him immediately, delaying actions to prevent task progress.

These actions were not surprising; Fu Qian could even completely imagine, according to that one’s hatred value, what splendid outcome he would face once It truly manifested in complete form.

Probably losing all SAN Points would be the least of his concerns.

So, the things to do now were very simple, a choice between two—use all his strength to complete the mission, or fully engage himself in pulling the Night Watchman’s hatred, letting them kill him.

The next moment, Fu Qian did not hesitate at all, directly initiated Blood Conquest, heading straight for the soon-to-suffer victim’s casino.

This choice needed no consideration, at any time, never put the bet on someone else.

The only problem was that, despite having disappeared on the spot, there was still a claw strike coming, extremely precise.

Old Master Henry actually ignored his own state change, directly following him.

…

No wonder the Prism of Radiant Transformation was so confident in Its cat.

In the overlapped blood-red illusion, while Fu Qian speedily evaded one claw strike after another, he observed the vicious Hunter, an old horse used to the stable.

He was very certain that there was no ascending blood mist or such on him.

But at this moment, the elder marinated in silver and black was clearly in a very special state.

Similar to his essence concept undergoing a change, from Henry to “Fang Xun’s pursuer.”

This kind of binding with the target’s conceptual level made his pursuit ignore everything, never losing track.

The Night Watchman indeed hides dragons and crouching tigers!

This amazing ability made Fu Qian involuntarily marvel for a moment.

Meanwhile, with a click, he directly put on the Sweet Dream Cage over his head.

Ignore everything, right? Try our impenetrable defense, understand what it means to be armed to the teeth—

The increasingly grotesque-looking Fu Qian, due to the action of wearing the headcage, almost got his belly ripped open by a claw.

Old Master Henry still hadn’t lost his target, falling out from the state of Blood Conquest.

There are such things going on… This is indeed too suitable for hunting work!

Growing more astonished, Fu Qian himself canceled the Blood Conquest, reappearing behind a streetlight in Night Holy City in the next moment.

No worry, if he doesn’t come out, we’ll force him out!

Click!

This artistically designed public facility was directly destroyed by Henry Old Master who appeared following him.

Indeed an eternal pursuit, this one actually followed out again.

It’s a pity that no police came to arrest him according to the law for his act of destruction.

Fu Qian shook his head secretly, not hesitating for even a millisecond before activating the Blood Conquest once again.

Extraordinary powers are indeed terrifying, but even more terrifying are those who wield them.

…

The illusory blood-colored dimension returned to calm once more.

Outside, by the street lamp, it was the same.

The old man who vandalized public property was standing there, unafraid and lost in thought.

Clearly, the effect of the Sweet Dream Cage in blocking the gaze was not pointless.

Henry could chase after himself, returning from here to the real world, but that didn’t mean he could manage the more difficult reverse traversal.

After repeated dodging, he finally succeeded in losing his target.

For Old Master Henry, this is probably not a bad thing; after all, if the pursuit was endless, it would be a waste of time for him, and what he would lose would be a beautiful retirement life.

Well, now that the chase is over, it’s time to head to the vault—huh?

In the next moment, Fu Qian, taking several steps through the blood, sensed a certain change.

The Henry outside actually also took a step in the same direction.

Is that possible?

In this situation, believing in a coincidence seems too optimistic. Old Master Henry can’t come in here, nor can he see me, but he can still follow through the dimension?

Is he too obsessed? Could this be the legendary hunting of the second dimension?

Surprise did not delay Fu Qian’s actions; he still headed straight for his target without hesitation.

If Old Master Henry really does come along, I hope he can control the sadness in his heart when he sees the money in the vault later.

…

This is the place.

Although he had not predetermined the route, it was too easy for Fu Qian to find the heavily-guarded key area of the casino.

The dense security personnel, practically serving as signposts.

Even out of respect for their efforts, Fu Qian followed the route rather than taking the shortest direct line between two points.

As a direct consequence, it was inconvenient for Old Master Henry, tracking from afar on the upper level, who after bumping into wave after wave of people, finally stopped, his emotions complex.

It seemed he couldn’t understand why to go this way, and on the other hand, he didn’t want to cause another big mess.

Fu Qian did not think that Henry was usually a particularly careful character; this measure of restraint was probably guided by the Prism of Radiant Transformation.

The special brightness that permeated everywhere before had now become softer and more natural, difficult to discern.

The opponent’s grasp of this time and space became more accurate.

Luckily, so did I.

In the next moment, Fu Qian appeared from the heavily protected vault, walked past the neatly stacked money, and opened a box next to it.

…

This should be it.

Looking down at the item in the box, Fu Qian couldn’t help but marvel at the wonders of the world.

It was a middle phalanx bone, exactly as Garcia had described, quite realistic in both shape and size, more like orthopedic consumables than a work of art.

At the same time, it could be definitively confirmed that it was not a limb removed from a biological body, but a manufactured product.

The craftsmanship was quite impressive, with no flaws visible, and the surface as smooth as white porcelain.

Or perhaps it was white porcelain.

This was the reason for Fu Qian’s marveling.

The first time he saw the finger bone, Fu Qian thought of the puppets in the Rotten Forest.

Although the last collecting team had failed, that clearly wasn’t the first harvest.

Previously curious about what the Puppet Fragments would be used for, he seemed to have found a small answer now.