Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2202: Chapter 2197: Guardian Angel

Is this really such a formal title? I feel my image has darkened once more.

The Witch knows that person well, and Fu Qian expressed that he wasn’t surprised—it’s just that the given honorific has a somewhat contrasting feel.

Guardian Angel?

It sounds full of holy asceticism, highlighting how wicked the plot between the Witch and me becomes at this moment.

”Of course, this is the name I gave Him; His real name, I don’t know, or rather I’m not sure He has a normal real name.”

At this time, the Witch continued, surprising everyone that the title was actually given by her.

”However, this also has its advantages; although I have considerable confidence in concealing our communication, not calling by the real name considerably reduces the chance of being detected—let’s go out first.”

While speaking, the surrounding visibility rapidly decreased.

Under the shroud of darkness, a familiar sensation emerged, even in the next moment, the scene before me seemed familiar—

The Deer Car and dolls were already gone, replaced with a pond covered in black ripples underfoot.

This was the deepest part of the Fallen Star’s underground base, where the Holy Relic was worshipped.

Indeed, the Witch may not directly take away that Spring Bird, avoiding the risk of Rielertin’s collapse.

But previously utilizing its connection with the Workshop of dolls successfully crossed space, after it ends may certainly conduct a reverse operation, and cross back again.

Noticing the scene ahead, Fu Qian couldn’t help but marvel—especially realizing that in the Holy Land, it wasn’t just the two of them.

That’s right, it was very clear, Lady Xia’s previous behavior indeed caused quite a stir.

At this underground sanctuary now, besides the female giant arguing with her, even Frankie, whom I had met once, was also present.

On one hand not understanding why the fourth giant hadn’t come, Fu Qian, on the other hand, was very sure that the three giants before him hadn’t reached a consensus.

Whether Frankie or Lady Xia, they both seemed rather flushed and heated, their emotions evidently agitated.

Conversely, the remaining female giant appeared to have a relatively calmer expression.

Although to Fu Qian, it seemed like a large part of this was an expression of appreciating her own achievements.

It was clear that taking Xia to find Frankie earlier was, in her imagination, something of a similar scene.

Of course, this didn’t mean the female giant had great skills in incitement; under excessive survival pressure, most people’s ability to resist provocation tends to degrade.

To Rielertin, although things seem great again, proving itself as the ”reality.”

However, many times being right doesn’t necessarily mean winning, the current scene could be described as fraught with crises, and the heads here with brains, no matter how optimistic, are limited.

Of course, they are far from knowing the real situation.

Since certain things are beyond their cognitive ability, like this period outside their perception—

Indeed, the three people arguing at this moment are evidently in a time-stop state again, including everything around them staying the same.

”I hope they can bring some good news later.”

The Witch who enacted this was looking at the trio, expressing a hopeful expectation.

Without saying much more, the next moment everything suddenly brightened.

Magnificent, spacious, Fu Qian realized that the two of them had already returned to the top of the Western Cathedral of the Celestial Sphere Cult.

Of course, it was now the Church of the Dark Moon.

It must be said, following the Pontiff around, this scene switching was too convenient.

Without hastening to speak, Fu Qian silently watched the Witch pull the brain fork out of her hand.

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”Do you remember the last time Leytin reappeared, you encountered the forsaken in the mist outside the city?”

Still without shedding a drop of blood, the Witch, while putting away the brain fork, asked a question.

Though not seeing personally, she knew actions outside the city were not strange.

Previously it was seen after the Knight left; the Witch thoroughly understood what had happened before.

”I remember, a very special form of existence, defined by the revived Stars’ Laws, yet its defined attributes don’t adhere to the laws.”

Fu Qian had a selective memory for extraordinary matters and immediately responded.

The forsaken tormented by himself, Fu Qian didn’t think of them as spontaneously generated.

He tended to view them as similar to the Nightmare transformed World Within the Painting, originally part of this apocalypse, merely forcibly defined by the revived laws.

”Indeed, and in some sense, the Guardian Angel shares something similar with them.

”I don’t know the origin of Him, but if we consider the Stars’ Laws as a kind of rule, then until the moment the rules collapse, those within it are bound to still be subject to its constraints and protection?”

The knight grasped the key point, which greatly resonated with the Witch, who continued discussing the upcoming target and posed a question.

”Correct.”

Fu Qian was already familiar with forces like ”law,” having encountered them multiple times.

Especially recently over at Xi Yuan City, encountering versions supported by genuine core powers.

To him, they were far from mere extracurricular discipline or production safety regulations.

Describing them earnestly, they could be considered as self-made world operational rules, elevated by a whole dimension compared to systems.

”Such a model brings considerable stability, but the cost is once broken, the collapse would be extremely rapid...

”The victims in the apocalypse escaped their constraints yet lost their protection—but some refuse to accept this, even without protection, still want to bear the constraints unilaterally.”

The Witch sighed softly, offering a peculiar metaphor.

”Oh? So this is ’Guardian’?”

Imagining such a scene, Fu Qian felt deeply intrigued once more.

”Indeed, I think this term is most fitting here... and the restraints these individuals voluntarily bear are just tiny fragments of the law, inconsistent and full of errors.

”Now picture thousands of such flesh melded together into a unique will.”

The Witch’s depiction was undeniably vivid.

So much so that accompanying her narrative, Fu Qian seemed able to entirely envision that twisted amalgamation.

”And melding them is the equally chaotic transcendent essence, ultimately under a mix, a creation representing the extreme of such distortion appeared.”

The Witch seemed momentarily lost in recollection.

”When I discovered His existence, my initial feeling was this title quite suited Him.”

”It’s understandable, it’s precisely because of this aspect that He’s particularly sensitive to the previous revival of laws, which is why He would take notice of Leytin.”

Fully able to comprehend the Witch’s sentiments, and beyond that Fu Qian’s ability to synthesize information was always rapid, promptly understanding why arriving this time stirred up sounds outside.