Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2445: Chapter 2440: The Prophet Is Dead (51)

Just maybe.

After all, during the last meeting with Sophia, she had already been devastated beyond recognition.

Only the similar hair color could serve as a slight mark.

However, on one hand, the Clown wasn’t wrong, even though the appearance was so miraculous, the ranking was far from being a Demigod.

This strange contrast actually matched that young man who wanted to become a Golden Saint Fighter.

On the other hand, as one of the two people recommended by him, Ah Wei transforming into a Death Angel wasn’t disappointing, and Sophia aiming for a mother-like presence seemed appropriate?

When previously concerned about Ah Wei’s whereabouts, Fu Qian was equally curious about Sophia’s location.

Just because the recognition was relatively low, they didn’t put much effort into that aspect.

Now it seems that this young man, who was tormented and regretful, hoping ”to wake up and find it was just a nightmare” at the last moment, seemed to have his wish half-fulfilled?

Although he hasn’t awakened, he at least looks human, doesn’t he?

Of course, considering the strong prejudice factor, the credibility of this judgment needs to be discounted a bit.

”Sophia? This name sounds rather good for ’Mother’... How do you know this?”

Although the Clown seemed to recognize it quite approvingly, he was simultaneously curious about why it was such a coincidence.

”She is the one I brought here.”

Not minding him wasting time asking this, Fu Qian was extremely candid.

”Oh? Doesn’t that mean you bear great responsibility for this place turning out this way?”

Pausing briefly, at that moment, the Clown seemed rather thrilled to hear it.

With an exaggerated shocked expression, he unreservedly placed the blame of ”the world turning this way” on the righteous Mirror Knight.

”Much more than that, the Death Angel is also the one I brought here.”

Unfortunately, this version of ”Grim Ballard” clearly doesn’t grasp the notion of a guilty conscience.

Fu Qian earnestly nodded, genuinely fearless and unrestrained.

...

It shouldn’t have been an illusion; at that moment, even the Darkness swayed slightly, as if cursed dirtily by the Heavenly Dao Power.

Though Professor Fu, self-satisfied, simply tidied a nonexistent bow tie, showcasing his stance completely.

”Ah... hahaha... No wonder you sought him first thing, so the name Ah Wei is real?”

At that moment, the Clown was very supportive, laughing so hard in shock that he was nearly about to tumble off the deck chair.

Though his attention was rather unexpected, initially pondering the truth of the name Ah Wei.

Screech—

Before Fu Qian could confirm, there were other disturbances.

It appeared that the rubber duck swimming next to Sophia was suddenly sliced, turning into fragments.

In the blink of an eye, Sophia disappeared.

Looking unimpressive, the rubber duck seemed to serve some kind of true vision effect, revealing hidden surroundings.

Hiss—

The Clown appeared visibly heartbroken, hurriedly pulling out another one, throwing it into the water with a sad visage.

”Ah Wei is also here, it will lead you to him.”

Indeed, the spell, once lifted, was irreversible, showing no intention of using the title Death Angel anymore.

Even a slight verbal disrespect seemed almost trivial compared to his actions.

Regarding this second duck, the Clown’s meaning was clear.

The previous one led to Sophia, and this one will directly help you find Ah Wei, who is also in this lake.

No longer just an ordinary double-dealer, anywhere it’s mere betrayal.

If done by the Clown, the perception is oddly reasonable—who can endure their little duck being killed without erupting in anger?

Even this avenging Rubber Duck No. 2 was specially added with a red-eye effect to indicate revenge, swimming faster by several degrees.

”It’s definitely his style.”

While empathizing deeply, Fu Qian didn’t think there was anything improper about the Clown’s actions, his gaze genuinely following the duck continuously.

Additionally, through this ”shrinking beside behavior,” it truly resembles the Death God’s Apostle he knows—even the leap-face style is similar.

”Fool, it’s too late already!”

With a solemn proclamation, even the red-eyed rubber duck spun in place.

It appeared in the sacrifice spot of the first duck, not only was Sophia’s figure revealed again, but strand after strand of pure white feathers emerged from her torso and limbs, tangling into a bizarre human shape, resembling a mummy at a glance.

Fu Qian indicated he had seen similar shapes before; in Shangjing, His Excellency Ah Wei projected like this from Jiang En’s body.

But this time, it looked even grander in scale.

When that body completely formed and hovered in mid-air, as if some glass shattered, the lake’s clarity reached its limit—the surface vanished.

Even the Wise Lake of this world turned entirely into a cauldron.

...

”You haven’t changed at all, so much so that you can converse with him; I’m not even surprised.”

The voice isn’t loud, but its clarity felt like a whisper.

In a full sense of accomplishment, the Death Angel descended in the center of the Wise Lake.

Even amid reminiscing, it didn’t forget its heroes.

The misguided girl Sophia’s eyes remained closed, yet didn’t fall to the lake bottom as it dried up, instead continued hovering quietly beneath the Death Angel, forming a gloomy, peculiar scene.

”And you as well, seemed quite accustomed to staying here?”

Fu Qian didn’t reciprocate with a cold expression, warmly exchanging pleasantries.

”Very accustomed, why else would I come to specially thank you?”

Clearly, for this encounter, Ah Wei had already undergone considerable psychological preparation, completely unmoved by Fu Qian’s remarks.

There’s not even the nonsense of wasting time; while speaking, he curled his finger, seemingly causing the entire world to pause momentarily.

Awaiting the resumption of time, Fu Qian’s right index and middle fingers shockingly clamped onto a ”crack.”

Indeed, as if the world was violently torn at that moment, a fissure spiraled downward from above, extending all the way to Fu Qian’s position.

The impression given is that if not avoided, one would become like a ripped picture.

Even with Fu Qian pinching it, the place where the two fingers contacted the fissure, blood and flesh surprisingly disintegrated into strands of ash drifting away.

”Indeed, my choice is correct; if hastily emerged, there’s no way to stop you.

”You’re truly a terrifying character; you were essentially toying with me back then, weren’t you?”

While observing this, Ah Wei seemed increasingly certain of some idea.

As soon as he finished speaking, it appeared that bodies stacked at the lake’s bottom had eerie shadows already crawling out.

Drifting and swaying, descending in flocks.