Eldritch Horror Theatre

Was there something wrong with this honorific name? The Solitary King’s life actually seemed quite colorful.

First came the impending birth of an Offspring, and now he even had the Goddess of Sins keeping him company?

Even though he felt rather unpleasant at the moment, Fu Qian’s rich imagination still easily conjured up a few special images.

Jokes aside, if such a character really had been added to the mix, the matter of an Offspring suddenly seemed much more justified.

So what he needed to destroy was the crystallization of the Solitary King and the Goddess of Sins’ love?

To be honest, judging solely by their titles, any Offspring they produced really did give off an incredible vibe.

Of course, there was still one more question: had the Warehouse made a grammatical error?

Normally, shouldn’t the goal be to stop the Goddess of Sins from giving birth to the Offspring?

A higher entity’s constitution couldn’t be judged by common sense. That was fine, but were they just straight-up copying seahorses?

Somewhat reluctant to imagine that scene, Fu Qian rested his gaze on the thorns on his arm. He naturally thought of another question: could the Night Watchers see this?With the suspected sudden addition of the Goddess of Sins, the situation had become complicated, and the danger level had simultaneously skyrocketed.

But that didn’t seem to be the biggest impact. If the Night Watchers saw and recognized this thing, the three-way standoff would likely shift very easily because of it—wait, the Night Watchers didn’t seem to be able to see it.

Fu Qian quickly got his answer, because the Burlap Doll remained as indifferent as ever.

It seemed he couldn’t rule out the possibility that the Night Watchers could see he was suffering some sort of damage, but the exact nature of that damage was probably blurry to them.

So the Origin Council really did have a deep understanding of this place?

While respecting the Night Watchers’ choices, Fu Qian unceasingly drew his next conclusion.

If the Night Watchers couldn’t see it, then it was practically concrete proof that the Goddess of Sins was a power belonging to this special location, rather than something the Origin Council had smuggled in in their pants.

This point alone was enough to prove that the latter had been plotting this for a long time and had already grasped some of the deeper rules.

Furthermore, while being suppressed the entire way, they had long since laid down a killing trap for him in this place—but it was also an opportunity.

Every crisis was a public relations opportunity.

It seemed bad, but he might as well consider what His Excellency Ariel would do in this situation—

Fu Qian reached out and grabbed a cluster of sharp Spikes from the thorns.

The action instantly left his palm riddled with holes. Yet, he acted as if he hadn’t noticed at all. Even what flowed out of the wounds wasn’t red blood, but rather wisps and strands of dazzling golden flame.

In the blink of an eye, the Flame of Frenzy was already covering everything.

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As an absolute results-oriented pragmatist, Ariel would only have two reactions to the current situation: run, or don’t run.

It sounded like nonsense, but the key point was that if he chose ”don’t run,” sitting still was no longer an option.

Even if he had come on a suicide mission, he still had to be after something, right?

Therefore, in such a moment of crisis, what he—the ”true” Ariel—was doing right now would undoubtedly reveal what he was after. It would even align with his previous actions.

That was right. His trip here as Ariel was meant to make the Flame of Frenzy burn fiercely deep within the Mind World.

Surely the Night Watchers could see such a commotion, right?

And on the brink of desperation, he still disregarded his own life, wanting only to release the Flame of Frenzy.

This was undoubtedly behavior that no sane person would engage in.

This point alone was enough to double the difficulty for Crow Feather and the others opposite him to clear their names.

Of course, this didn’t mean that giving up on clearing their names would allow them to win somewhere else.

Since the Proxy Bearer could transfer the Thorns of Sin onto his body, why couldn’t this Flame of Frenzy be transferred over to it?

Fire even countered wood, after all.

In the end, the Proxy Bearer becoming one leg of this three-way standoff was merely due to its reliance on the current special state; its actual Rank wasn’t that high.

Unless it could draw upon more of the Goddess of Sins’ power, no matter how one looked at it, it would burn away first—wait, it actually could.

Facts proved that the higher entity he had encountered a long time ago didn’t seem to have a very good impression of him.

Thorns, bloodstains... In that moment, Fu Qian could clearly see that the Proxy Bearer opposite him was almost instantly overwhelmed. Everything rapidly dissipated under the golden flames.

However, this commotion lasted for less than a second before a clear, oily liquid unexpectedly gushed out from the shattered cracks on the surface of the Emissary.

It was dripping wet without any particularly strange smell. It even smelled a little familiar.

Fu Qian was completely certain of this because it was also oozing out of his own body.

As for the reason it was familiar—Brother Zhege.

Back then in Akons, the blade belonging to the White-Faced Man seemed to have been coated with something similar.

And Fu Qian had an even deeper impression of its specific effects, such as directly causing his sliced-open heart to refuse to knit back together, entering an abstract state of operation instead.

That was right, the Solitary King had made his move.

The power of the Goddess of Sins’ suspected lover should also count as her power, right?

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The Solitary King seemed very angry, even toward this vessel of his.

From the changes before him, Fu Qian easily deciphered this point.

It wasn’t too surprising. After all, he was suspected of offending the mother of His child.

Not at all dissatisfied with the Solitary King’s bias, Fu Qian had always possessed plenty of self-knowledge.

Not to mention that this Flame of Frenzy he had brought along wasn’t exactly pleasing to the eye.

In short, his condition continued to go from bad to worse.

The thorns had just been burned away, and this Power of the Lone King had already begun to take effect.

Unsurprisingly, the specific effects were even more exaggerated than when he faced Brother Zhege back then.

To use a somewhat inappropriate analogy, the wounds on his body had gained vitality in that moment. They were no longer just appendages to the concept of a body; instead, they had turned into more independent entities, living in a world where flesh and blood served as the backdrop.

And now they had begun their carnival, swimming freely within this Tier 2 Transcendent body.

At the same time, the Proxy Bearer opposite him seemed to be affected far less. The difference in treatment was extremely obvious.

It was understandable. Fairness had always been a rare commodity.

Fu Qian lamented inwardly at that moment.

But what a pity. You weren’t the only one receiving favor from a higher entity—have you ever heard of the King of the Abandoned Prison?

This amount of damage might be difficult for a Tier 2 to endure, but if it really came down to a battle of foundations, you would learn why a proxy could only ever be a proxy.

Crack—

As if in response to Fu Qian’s critique, this intense death match progressed to a new stage in the very next moment.

Amid a teeth-aching sound, the Proxy Bearer’s body finally couldn’t bear the heavy burden and was the first to crumble to the ground.

The three-way standoff was instantly broken. Throughout the entire process, Ariel opposite him hadn’t shown any reaction—but there was a change.

Fu Qian’s gaze landed on the other party’s lower abdomen.

Silently, it had already bulged high up.