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Chapter 2449 - 2444: The Prophet Is Dead (55) · Oct 14, 2026

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2451 Chapter 2449 - 2444: The Prophet Is Dead (55) 2026-10-14
2452 Chapter 2450 - 2445: The Prophet Is Dead (56) 2026-10-14
2453 Chapter 2451 - 2446: The Prophet Is Dead (57) 2026-10-14
2454 Chapter 2452 - 2447: The Prophet Is Dead (58) 2026-10-14
2455 Chapter 2453 - 2448: The Prophet Is Dead (59) 2026-10-14
2456 Chapter 2454 - 2449: The Prophet Is Dead (End) 2026-10-14
2457 Chapter 2455 - 2450: Dark Knight 2026-10-14
2458 Chapter 2456 - 2451: Duel of the Selves 2026-10-14
2459 Chapter 2457 - 2452: Finger-Born 2026-10-14
2460 Chapter 2458 - 2453: Bloodline Curse 2026-10-14
2461 Chapter 2459 - 2454: Brain in a Vat 2026-10-14
2462 Chapter 2460 - 2455: Gentle Influence, Silent Impact 2026-10-14
2463 Chapter 2461 - 2456: Reaching New Heights 2026-10-14
2464 Chapter 2462 - 2457: The Reason for the Rush 2026-10-14
2465 Chapter 2463 - 2458: The Dilemma of Self-Verification 2026-10-14
2466 Chapter 2464 - 2459: Project Handover 2026-10-14
2467 Chapter 2465 - 2460: Appraisal Complete 2026-10-14
2468 Chapter 2466 - 2461: The Fishing Plan 2026-10-14
2469 Chapter 2467 - 2462: Getting Sponsorship 2026-10-14
2470 Chapter 2468 - 2463: Legal Drinking Age 2026-10-14
2471 Chapter 2469 - 2464: Moore 2026-10-14
2472 Chapter 2470 - 2465: The Siren’s Invitation 2026-10-14
2473 Chapter 2471 - 2466: Surfing 2026-10-14
2474 Chapter 2472 - 2467: The Pursuer of the Culprit 2026-10-14
2475 Chapter 2473 - 2468: Caught in One’s Own Trap 2026-10-14
2476 Chapter 2474 - 2469: Killing Familiar Faces 2026-10-14
2477 Chapter 2475 - 2470: The Complete Story 2026-10-14
2478 Chapter 2476 - 2471: Echoes from Beginning to End 2026-10-14
2479 Chapter 2477 - 2472: A Fruitless Effort 2026-10-14
2480 Chapter 2478 - 2473: Smooth Sailing 2026-10-14
2481 Chapter 2479 - 2474: Cold Light 2026-10-14
2482 Chapter 2480 - 2475: Monarch’s Will 2026-10-14
2483 Chapter 2481 - 2476: Sea Burial 2026-10-14
2484 Chapter 2482 - 2477: Brain Jellyfish 2026-10-14
2485 Chapter 2483 - 2478: Impact Point 2026-10-14
2486 Chapter 2484 - 2479: The Missing Reason 2026-10-14
2487 Chapter 2485 - 2480: Stacked Objects 2026-10-14
2488 Chapter 2486 - 2481: No One Falls 2026-10-14
2489 Chapter 2487 - 2482: A Welcome Loss 2026-10-14
2490 Chapter 2488 - 2483: The Vegetable Patch Is Calling 2026-10-14
2491 Chapter 2489 - 2484: Afternoon Moments 2026-10-14
2492 Chapter 2490 - 2485: Living Up to the Name 2026-10-14
2493 Chapter 2491 - 2486: Offline Guidance 2026-10-14
2494 Chapter 2492 - 2487: Knowing Your Place 2026-10-14
2495 Chapter 2493 - 2488: Joint Operation 2026-10-14
2496 Chapter 2494 - 2489: The Vanished Watcher 2026-10-14
2497 Chapter 2495 - 2490: Yasui’s Terms 2026-10-14
2498 Chapter 2496 - 2491: Business at the Door 2026-10-14
2499 Chapter 2497 - 2492: Weather Forecast 2026-10-14
2500 Chapter 2498 - 2493: The Two Missing People 2026-10-14

Chapter 2449: Chapter 2444: The Prophet Is Dead (55)

When the values are high, there will be many methods; having to circle around is disrespectful to oneself.

Although it’s far from the Abandonment King’s full force strike, it is enough to make the Heavenly Dao Power in the center of the lake tremble.

”What exactly are you?”

Fu Qian had walked halfway of the second circle when the Death Angel spoke again, only expressing emotions without answering.

”So what’s your progress now?”

Communication is always mutual; Fu Qian didn’t report his name again but casually responded with a question.

”Very soon... before you kill them all.”

Seemingly sensing the taste of gritted teeth, Ah Wei finally refused to be outdone.

And with his words, indeed, new discordant elements emerged from the mist.

At a glance, another Demigod has arrived, with a considerable number.

They weren’t all standing in the path, most of them even sprang from the bottom of the lake.

Not surprising, self-assured adventurism comes at a price.

With such a set plan, the forerunners attempting to take advantage by the water, impossible not to be caught in the calculation.

That kind of behavior merely subjects them more quickly to the Death Angel’s control compared to others.

But after all, a Demigod is still a Demigod, even as a puppet it’s different.

Compared to the drifting ghosts with stable operation routes, they even retain some combat instinct, knowing how to encircle and intercept.

Besides, they’re evidently exempt from the Death Limit, again demonstrating Ah Wei’s control over the Unseen Hillock.

”That’s very soon.”

In this context, regarding Ah Wei’s progress report, Fu Qian agreed while casually throwing another punch.

Boom—

It turned out Demigods couldn’t handle compliments well; after praising their combat instincts, one dashed in and blocked the way, transforming on-site amidst a roar.

The result was a large mouth on the chest not fully opened, stuffed instead with a fist, unable to endure such an appetite, turning into flying debris.

Humph, even horror stories need taste; this mouth design is utterly tasteless.

Coldly sneering inside, Fu Qian kept walking.

But Ah Wei’s confidence is understandable; in the next moment, Fu Qian noticed figures coming from the Prophet Mansion direction, somewhat familiar.

...

Holle?

Familiar from the bizarre style, on all fours, spikes on back, precisely the final form of the bar Wanderer.

Compared to before, even looked slightly better than when Fu Qian left.

Maintaining restoration is indeed notable.

But this is no good omen; coming from there instead of the lake implies Holle hadn’t entered that door.

Meaning even without Demigods falling into traps, it’s hard to endure now.

Moreover, Holle’s run alone is particular.

The crystal that was treating him is nowhere to be seen.

Bang!

Casually slapping away a winged creature, Fu Qian’s gaze remained on Holle, continuing to walk toward the starting point of the lake circuit.

Steps so firm, seemingly impatient to send off an old friend—not just one.

Getting closer, clearly seen the clown on the lounge chair entirely mimicking Yuan Fang’s posture.

Leaning diagonally, resembling a dead man, even the eyes flowed with the same black hue.

Is this the consequence of disrespecting the leader?

Not becoming a living corpse like others to attack, rather directly executed, seeming slightly wasteful given the clown’s earlier exhibited skills.

But from Ah Wei’s perspective, entirely understandable.

This uncontrollable neurotic player who turned traitor in public, better snuffed out immediately.

As an airborne leader, being cautious is harmless.

”How much now?”

Sensing the cruelty of struggle, after casually turning two into dust, Fu Qian finally returned to the starting point, with Holle nearly in reach.

His sight fell onto the clown first, promptly confirming progress with Ah Wei.

”Very soon, ten—”

And this time, the answer brought a bit of breakthrough.

Repeating the grand prospect again, the Death Angel unexpectedly counted out a number.

Oh?

Fu Qian finally turned to look.

”Nine—”

To this, Ah Wei coldly counted another number.

The Demigods in the mist and the ghosts vaguely formed a surrounding pattern.

Interesting.

Glancing over, Fu Qian confirmed among those crawling out of the lake, Amber was absent.

Really ran off elsewhere to find others? So did not fall for the trap initially? A bit too convenient.

”Eight—”

While pondering the reason, Ah Wei continued emotionlessly counting.

Major achievement seems imminent, facing incomprehensible behavior from opponents, not even bothering with harsh words.

Circling the lake but nothing happened.

Earlier intelligent guesses about rituals suddenly seemed awkward.

Facing this failure countdown, the opponent clearly hasn’t rushed in for a desperate fight despite terrifying power.

No move against Sophia or attempt to destroy the core of the Unseen Hillock.

”Seven!”

Furthermore, seeing Andiel sit back on the jack-in-the-box, casually slapping down the charging Holle.

”Six—”

This action so odd, biting his teeth to read another number, Ah Wei seemed finally hesitant.

”Five?”

No worries, Fu Qian helped count another number.

Despite the Death Angel’s silence, Demigods appeared to hesitate.

”Too mundane...”

Facing such a scene, Fu Qian merely sighed, repeating an earlier assessment.

Originally only needing to count to six, though it might look strange—well understood by professionals—since six was all needed.

Countdown deception this idea had been used during the Nightmare Corridor, simply copying.

As to why it failed?

”Are you talking about me?”

The Death Angel conspicuously pondered this matter too.

The opponent once used this evaluation for the Lord, now sounds noticeably offensive.

”Yeah—what do you think?”

Fu Qian’s response felt naturally expected, even saying afterward without minding Ah Wei, turning to the clown.

”Indeed, too mundane.”

This bizarre scene finally elicited a response; the clown with pitch black eyes surprisingly sat up slowly.

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