Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2263: Chapter 2258: The Star That Clings Like a Bone

Is this the unique relaxation of the dreamscape?

Actually, what I just told the Interlocutor was to find the one who escaped and execute them, while the voice of the Inner Diplomat was still echoing there.

As a result, when the Witch asked which door, the Interlocutor surprisingly just ran to the next level below without any sense of impropriety.

Even what followed proved there was no mistake, as the Inner Diplomat actually appeared directly in this lower level.

It was clear from the Witch’s later question that she imagined the scene behind the door similarly to me—the prisoners probably wouldn’t allow it to be another entrance leading deeper into the dreamscape, but would keep us circling here instead.

In such a situation, opening the door to see the Inner Diplomat again can be said to be quite normal.

By combining it with the corridor’s moonlight, the Witch’s perception of this place may have already advanced further, beyond the deduction process, sensing much more.

Anyway, regardless of the welcome behind the door, the Witch was evidently well prepared.

So from entering the door to the moment when the ”Darkness of Light” condensed in her hand, there was no hesitation.

Though until now, we haven’t seen what specific effect those numerous dark stars split out to achieve—

”Adapting well, increasingly looking forward to your performance once you have settled.”

In comparison, the Inner Diplomat became much more prominent.

As the eternal darkness in the Witch’s hand splattered into numerous stars again, His commentary flowed continuously.

”Hometown, corridor, nightmare, honored name... are merely shackles of bondage, even to escape is...”

”Join this different sublimation, discard meaningless eyes...”

Along with increasingly obscure lines, the scene almost copying the layer above began to change once again.

Behind many rusted weapons, originally faint insect limbs rapidly became clear, as if truly traversing through a veil.

Though not an expectational design, to be categorized as insect, frankly speaking, was Expert Fu’s mercy.

The entangled flesh, overflowing liquids, and structure that looked decidedly anti-biological, had quite a visual impact.

Fortunately, in comparison, they were much more courteous, not continuing to attack with the weapons in their hands.

Instead, they all stabbed into the surrounding bodies.

”Ugh—”

With great force and depth, it immediately provoked many of the Inner Diplomat’s wails.

Indeed, He was just like before, transforming into countless forms in such actions, attaching to each insect body.

Considering the eerily distorted wails at the end, Fu Qian even heard a certain pleasure from the person concerned.

As if this move was made only to experience the sensation of being pierced a thousand times and express it with such resonant chorus.

Even demonstrating what it means to discard eyes—though the weapons stabbed into the body, the wounds seemed to have something oddly perceptive flowing from them, like a giant eye punctured beneath the shell.

...

The Inner Diplomat’s mental state seemed somewhat excessively delightful.

Changes happened in the blink of an eye, causing the overly graceful and long wails to continue even after Fu Qian had finished his observations.

The first conclusion drawn related to the one concerned.

Honestly, from the way he appeared, one could somewhat feel his exceptional nature.

And as development reached this point, the displayed infectivity was extremely strong.

Even the lack of self-introduction was subtly explained—honored names are meaningless.

Overall, this somewhat conflicted with the imagined mentality of the prisoners.

His lines suggested he wasn’t that resistant to being imprisoned and merged?

So this is why he was chosen to step forward.

At that moment, Fu Qian shook his head internally.

Having previously remarked that regardless of how fragile they were, stepping forward to confront it already showed the prisoners’ courage.

Now, it seems perhaps there was a bit of excessive praise.

After a fierce struggle, the one pushed forward turned out to be someone caring least about the outcome.

The subtlety within this means the courage index needs to be discounted a bit.

Though the Inner Diplomat remains formidable.

Previously, it was suspected that He might be a psychic series participant, and this unusual mental state seems to corroborate this.

Being confined for too long without enough sensitivity, and developing some bizarre Wisdom of the Divine, isn’t entirely unimaginable.

Between empathy, the Inner Diplomat’s ecstatic anthem finally came to an end, and Fu Qian naturally set his sights on those insects.

Visibility remained poor, yet it could still be discovered that the stabbed weapons were undergoing changes.

Previously described as resembling a biological limb, now those linking different limbs were all transforming into similar styles.

Ultimately, all these bodies seemed truly merging into one in such a manner.

...

”The embodiment of ’join the sublimation’?”

This expression could be described as sounding and feeling complete.

As a participant close to the Psychic Series, Fu Qian expressed it wasn’t difficult to grasp some of the implications at that moment.

I have to say the Inner Diplomat’s lines and actions were quite well-coordinated, even leading one to associate with the state of the prisoners now.

Of course, it’s one thing to showcase, Fu Qian wouldn’t be naive enough to think it lacked lethality.

The Inner Diplomat may be abstract, yet knowing to flee when danger was encountered beforehand indicates the necessity of being able to ”strike” in guerrilla operations. These basic common senses should still exist.

The joyful wails had just concluded, and the multitudinous bodies that unified began rapidly volatilizing rust coloration, progressively rising.

As it merged with the original mist, it dyed into a color resembling rotten blood, yet miraculously maintained a clear boundary.

The resulting scene was like a sea of blood inverted overhead, continually pressing downward.

”Just a manifest form, if it completely covers the entire space, it would significantly affect our state.”

Nearly instantly, the Witch voiced a reminder, indicating that this thing wasn’t air pollution, but rather some kind of similar readjustment-style trump card, evidently bringing a conceptual attack.

”Ugh!”

”Ugh!”

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Perhaps to align with this statement, the Inner Diplomat’s joyful wails unexpectedly reoccurred, one after another, resembling countdown, continuously marking the arrival of that moment.

”Ugh—”

Only that last cry unexpectedly prolonged, as if witnessing some terrifying event.

Dark arcs emerged one by one, at the top were the dark stars flowing from the Witch’s hand, at that moment tearing through the sea and fog.

With unstoppable Momentum, it uniformly locked onto a certain position.