Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2702: Chapter 2697: Mechanical Tyrannosaurus Dragon King

Even automatically summoning help? The Dragon King is indeed not to be underestimated.

For Fu Qian, even if the Dragon King before him is a ravaged carcass tormented for a thousand years, he wouldn’t find much risk in handling it even if it were the intact version.

Nevertheless, the Dragon King, an experienced Superior Being, constantly displays his connections unintentionally.

Which leads to a problem he must face as a competitor.

After dealing with the Dragon King, will he have to conveniently handle the Night Watchman as well?

Initially, during this scientific expedition, even if he’d kept a low profile along the way, Fu Qian believed it was only a matter of time before the Night Watchman noticed him.

Yet, the Dragon King’s transformation seemed like a potential tipping of the scales.

When assessed severely, it’s not surprising if Night Watchman’s higher-ups suddenly came here for team-building.

Moreover, the most crucial aspect—the Dragon King they risked so much to meet appears almost incapable of communication, only instinctively maintaining his own ”integrity”—perhaps with contempt for the Tyrant?

Any of these reasons are enough to make Fu Qian an attack target, putting him in a dire situation.

”Has he always been like this?”

The only consolation might be the transformation speed, it’s not much faster than the Sailor Moon.

To the point that as the congealed, rotten flesh began covering the front claw, Fu Qian was already chatting with the person next to him.

...

The Brother Apostle, who had already finished coughing, seemed unresponsive.

To be precise, he was paying no attention, his eyes simply fixated on the divine might of his deity, intoxicated.

But this is why Fu Qian actively initiated the conversation with him, always think positively, at least compared to before, his eyes were open now.

”Being this serious won’t help, see, I received more gifts, and was also not rejected.”

Furthermore, Fu Qian continued to initiate conversation, every word being a heartbreaker.

The thought process of Brother Apostle seems confirmed—claiming to be true, but does the Dragon King respond to your call?

Indeed, the meaning of that gesture seemed to be just that.

Like praying for rain, everyone tried to greet the Dragon King separately, if there’s no response from the Dragon King on your side, naturally, you lose.

As for the Dimensional Poison, it was thus defined as a stolen item.

Unfortunately, contrary to that, the same greeting gesture received much more enthusiasm from Professor Fu.

...

You call this enthusiasm?

Under Fu Qian’s active icebreaking, Brother Apostle finally seemed to react, turning to look over this way.

Unfortunately, he still remained silent, leading Fu Qian to attempt supplying his lines.

Moreover, although his eyes were open, they seemed unfocused, with a dreamy daze as if sleepwalking.

”Ha, don’t believe?”

Professor Fu, however, was already quite satisfied, immediately continued with a one-sided output, utterly oblivious to bullying.

Cough... cough cough...

Brother Apostle still made no sound, his ears filled only with another string of heavy coughs.

Not even his own coughs.

That moment, Fu Qian was the one covering his mouth, just after finishing his lines, he covered his mouth.

As the more favored apostle, the intensity of coughing was even more severe.

For example, compared to the blood mist the other coughed up, there was even a hint of gold amid the crimson between his fingers.

Like fire, the golden hue kept flickering upwards.

”I never thought a day would come when I must use this blasphemous power...”

Not only was the styling high-class upon seeing what he spat up, but Fu Qian’s trendy lines were also absurdly high.

”A corpse manipulated by plots, dare to sully the Golden Throne with curses...”

Looking up at the Dragon King the next moment, confirming its transformation was almost complete, Fu Qian pointed towards it, his momentum also peaking.

”Remember what I said the first time we met? You think anyone can sit in this place?”

Slash—

Accompanying this earth-shattering query, Fu Qian had already pressed his bloodied hand against his chest, followed by exaggerated tearing, even spinning and reconnecting.

Red blood and golden flames soared to the sky together, the unfinished transformation restarted.

...

Speaking of which, he and Dragon King have quite some connections.

The last sentence referred naturally to the Dragon Peak battle.

The giant dragon that appeared and attacked then might not have been the Dragon King, but considering it was part of the latter’s recruiting ceremony, rounding up, it seems not unreasonable to claim they met?

If calculated like this, the struggle over this position between him and the opponent already went back and forth several times.

It’s lonely at the top... I originally am someone indifferent to fame and wealth, but since you’ve forced me persistently, let’s see who is the true Dragon King.

Boom—

The blood waves surged, at one point Fu Qian suddenly raised his hands, the two fierce giant claws interlocked together.

...

When it’s difficult to remain low-key, you might consider ways to be high-profile.

Just mentioned before, the transformational risk brought by the Dragon King is easy to expose to the Night Watchman.

In response to this situation, aside from immediately leaving, seems there’s no better way to avoid it.

If that’s the case, then don’t avoid it.

Could the Night Watchman notice? Then let them see something good.

It’s well known that the ”Dragon King” is already a quite remarkable theme, but how about ”True and False Beautiful Dragon King”?

Exactly, among the interlocked giant claws, one was menacing crimson enveloped in flesh, while the other gleamed with a bluish hue, covered in spikes seemingly made of refined steel and alloy.

And the latter was connected to Fu Qian’s expanding body.

Wing membranes riddled with mechanical structures and dark golden patterns, the scales on the body akin to interlocking metal armor plates, horns with lines so sharp a glance might cut someone...

After completing the transformation, the mysterious visitor from the Bone Burial Ground had indeed become a colossal figure akin to the Dragon King.

Except with an extra pair of wings, the starkly distinct texture of the body forming a vivid contrast.

Segmented, overly perfect curves, flawless angles, a surface as smooth as a mirror.

At first glance, it not only defies belief as a blood creature but also faintly reveals crystal-like transparency.

In contrast, his opponent really lacks any regal aura.

Squalid, decayed, some areas of the wings rotting through completely, with clusters of nematodes wrapping around the internal bones.

The blood threads called Crimson Angel were brutally shredded apart.

Though upon touching the mechanical dragon body, they instantly vaporized in the boiling golden flames above.

”Still don’t understand?”

Casually blocking the Dragon King’s attack, Fu Qian didn’t rush to counterattack but roared at the apostle sent flying.

”Your faith has long fallen, the sworn vows pilfered too—”

At that moment, Fu Qian seemed to dive into a dream realm, painstakingly awakening a slumbering soul.

”Awaken, don’t continue indulging in that rotten embrace.”