Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2240: Chapter 2235: The Crucified King (25)

The Sanctuary of the Goddess of Sin and Punishment? Have I completed the ultimate sublimation?

Indeed, Fu Qian had seen that standing figure before, during the survival game in the wasteland.

Many participants posed and made vows before Him, becoming the ”Sinners” that the mission demanded to be eliminated.

Honestly, among so many Superior Beings, this one’s appearance is the most humanlike.

There are no strange bodily structures, and even the facial features appear gentle and kind.

With hands slightly extended, as if to embrace the lambs before her with care and solace—except for the one beside her.

Though it’s just a statue, one can still feel the indifference towards the pregnant one.

The lavish wedding hall and grand ceremony seemed unable to move this goddess.

It even made the ”Lonely King” beside her, who is leaning close, seem quite ingratiating.

Indeed, although it was their first meeting, Fu Qian was very sure it was Him.

The reason was the same as before, the Calamity Eye was firmly locked onto Him.

It must be said, in terms of appearance, although the Lonely King is a creature of flesh and blood, he falls short in his humanoid aspect.

Draped in a scarlet robe, with a crown of the same hue on his head, and beneath is a body white and luminous.

The specifics aside, just this impression alone gives one an instant understanding of the story of the beautified impostors.

All those gray-smeared actions previously encountered could not reflect even one percent of the divine charm of this pure white translucency.

Under the extreme contrast in color, there really is a hint of the new bride’s illusionary appearance.

Although this bride’s needlework seems to be lacking.

Where the snow-white skin is exposed, more than a dozen broken blades are deeply embedded, and even the face is pierced through the nasal bone.

It’s clear that their shape differs from traditional sewing needles, more akin to slender blades, with one side of the handle snapped off, only the broken blade remains unremoved.

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Needlework needs to be learned.

Faced with this grotesque form, at that moment, Fu Qian seemed to imagine the scene of the person sewing their wedding dress by hand.

Even going so far as to wear it while sewing for a better fit, only to overshoot in skill and accidentally snap several needles into their body.

Perhaps the spirit is commendable, but mere human determination is insufficient against fate.

Besides, letting the imagination run wild, Fu Qian somehow understood why they weren’t removed—removal might cause the body to collapse.

The color of the body highly consistent, yet seemingly not entirely seamless, with evident gaps between each connected part.

This immediately reminds one of Akons, with a knife lodged in the heart.

And upon the body before him, the broken blade seems as if forcibly pinned over a wound that never healed.

Moreover, clear demarcations of metamorphosis are seen between these body parts.

Perhaps they originally belonged to one person, but now each seeks its own development, striving for independence.

For instance, the aforementioned nose pinned to the face, along with half a face, resembling a curled-up infant.

Even one ”leg,” pierced through, genuinely rises and falls, breathing independently.

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His Majesty the King is in a peculiar state; is it the blessing of being Broken?

Astounded, Fu Qian noted a familiarity in the shapes of those broken blades.

Even from just the half-remaining blade, having once portrayed a White-faced Man, he easily recognized the weapon’s similarity.

This could imply imagining the White-faced Man representing the Lonely King’s will, pulling one out and projecting in a place like the Akons boundary, wantonly slaughtering.

He had once been curious about the White-faced Man’s true goal.

Now it seems certain items plundered through brutal slaughter might nourish these physical transformations?

Of course, no matter how monstrous, one can still tell the Lonely King seems a robust male.

Judging by the surrounding scene, this place of worship is clearly belonging to the Goddess of Sin and Punishment.

Combining the scenes along the way, could this place be the result of the Lonely King moving in, inheriting and developing the Goddess’s estate?

Not only that, he even desires to sire offspring with the other party, willing to endure the ten-month pregnancy himself.

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Quite a postmodern temperament.

Wondering about the possible causes, Fu Qian didn’t forget to assess his own situation.

The conclusion isn’t optimistic.

The prior damages showed no improvement, and since stepping into this place, more than just visual shocks were experienced.

Ariel, who attempted to summon the Lonely King upon himself, was now nowhere to be found.

A true result-oriented participant, his adaptability was impressively quick.

With the ambush failing, he made no attempt to try again; Ariel immediately chose to help him confront the Divine Power directly.

The reason his figure is absent now, according to Fu Qian, was similar to the missing rag doll from the Needle Witch—he basked in such intense radiance and was elevated to the King’s chamber for an audience.

They weren’t even qualified.

Previously competing for the right to be the host, Ariel’s generosity now wasn’t surprising.

Not to mention the Lonely King had partly descended upon him, the competition had already been concluded.

After repeated engagements earlier, it was likely clear to Ariel that he wasn’t interested.

Most importantly, both the Lonely King and the Goddess of Sin and Punishment had been thoroughly offended earlier.

In such a situation, sending him here to witness this unobservable scene without fear of favor being seized, it compares to binding and delivering him before victims.

Especially with these two victims, they seem quite formidable.

The majestic form of His Majesty the King undoubtedly falls under Mythical Form.

While the Goddess of Sin and Punishment might initially appear as a sculpture, upon closer inspection divine aura flows between her soft eyebrows, making one reluctant to look away.

Though she might not seem alive, she resembles her own Divine Domain, the pressure perhaps greater than that of the Lonely King.

However, despite being in the Second Phase, Fu Qian does not shy away from direct confrontation.

How could one dare challenge such a high-difficulty role like Ariel without such fierce experience?

Summing up with eye-radar intuition, he quickly grasped why the Lonely King pursued offspring with her.

Should the former belong to an alternative New God level, then perhaps the Goddess of Sin and Punishment appears even more transcendent.

As two of such Great Powers, although their postures hadn’t changed since his arrival, drawing upon existing resentment values, along with the Mythical Form’s radiance, direct attacks swiftly initiated.

The most immediate effect was the gold Fire of Madness being forcibly extinguished at once.

In its absence, a pervasive dark crimson glow took over, which Fu Qian found startlingly familiar—

The Sinflame, once witnessed back in those missions.

Except, compared to then, the effect of augmenting combat strength was absent, leaving only endless torment and the Fallen state.