Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 585: Chapter 585: Bustle (Nine)_1 Chapter 585: Chapter 585: Bustle (Nine)_1 The God of Hubbub, Hamadus, so my mission this time is truly to slay a god?

And it seems I’ve even become allies with the Native Council.

I must say, it is… thrilling!

“Hunting Hamadus?”

In contrast to Fu Qian’s silent contemplation, Marco’s reaction was visibly more intense.

“I do know about the God of Hubbub, but isn’t that just a mythological story?”

This expression of his was heavy, subconsciously somewhat resistant to the idea of slaying a god.

“He’s actually a living deity?”

“Living, though barely distinguishable from dead.”

In response to Marco’s doubts, Veheler nodded.

“Many mythological stories arise for a reason.”

“Even in the legends, Hamadus himself was not considered overly powerful, and initially, he didn’t have many followers. Of course, now there are even fewer, and the Hubbub Festival that was originally established because of the faith in Him has now been reduced to an ugly carnival.”

“But He does truly exist, and we have only recently confirmed this.”

“However, for a very long time up to now, Hamadus has been in a state of slumber, which has made His condition very unstable, you could even say he’s half-mad.”

“Of course, if it weren’t for this, we wouldn’t have entertained the thought of hunting him.”

“Anyway, right now, Hamadus, just having been awakened, has roughly the combat strength of a Divine Envoy, perhaps even less.”

“So we are still to hunt a Divine Envoy? And right under the Night Watchman’s nose?”

Facing Veheler’s detailed explanation, Marco was clearly not entirely convinced.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t finished yet.”

Veheler waved his hand, signaling him to be patient.

“Firstly, hunting a deity is not like you might imagine; we’ve already devised the corresponding strategy.”

“Secondly, neither you nor Camus need to confront him directly.”

“Tomorrow night, as part of the annual Hubbub Festival ritual, the esteemed Count Valentin of Dunis will personally visit the Lighthouse at the harbor and blow an ancient horn at the top, symbolizing the call to the God of Hubbub.”

“And similar horns will also be positioned at Cross Square and the Phoenix Palace Bell Tower.”

As Veheler spoke, he spread out his left hand, revealing two grey-black slivers in his palm that looked like crudely polished stones, etched with chaotic patterns of intertwining curves on their surfaces.

“After the horns at the three locations sound in succession, the Hubbub Festival officially begins.”

“What you two need to do is to find a chance to activate these things as the horns in these two places are sounded.”

“And what about you?”

It was clear that Marco had not expected his task would be this, and after brief hesitation, he asked.

“I will be by the Count’s side.”

Veheler looked at him, his face expressionless.

“So… what exactly is the purpose of these things?”

Marco’s breath caught, and he quickly changed the subject.

“These are specially-made talismans.”

Veheler caressed the two slivers in his hand.

“Once activated, they will make ordinary sounds capable of causing a stir at the mental level, bringing about emotional resonance that the revelers, long prepared, have never before imagined, a Transcendent level of resonance!”

“This will cover the entire Cross District and the harbor area and will ultimately expand to hundreds of thousands of people. And in this surge almost akin to faith, if we are lucky, we will get to see the true Hamadus.”

“And after all this, you won’t need to linger; just leave immediately.”

“If possible, after shaking off the Night Watchman, you could come to the port to assist opportunistically.”

From any angle, Veheler’s arrangements were reasonable, leaving nothing to nitpick.

“As for how the two locations are to be assigned, you can decide amongst yourselves.”

Decide amongst yourselves.

No sooner had Veheler’s voice faded than Marco turned his gaze toward Fu Qian.

“I’m not familiar with Dunis, so I’ll just take the remaining one then.”

Fu Qian hummed almost without hesitation, directly stating his choice.

…

The disdain laced in Fu Qian’s tone unmistakably ignited Marco’s anger once again.

With two locations to choose from, he indeed had the impulse to make the first move, but to his surprise, the other party readily left the choice to him.

Crucially, he was convinced Fu Qian wouldn’t be this generous without a reason, which caused him to hesitate.

“With age catching up these past few years, I indeed don’t enjoy going out as much as before,”

Seeing this, Veheler, standing by, chimed in again with self-directed remarks.

“Personally, I’m more familiar with Phoenix Palace, considering the best opera house in Dunis is right next to it.”

“Mostly old folks like me go there, so if you take action there, aside from the inevitable Night Watchman, you may have to face some of their bodyguards, though that shouldn’t pose a problem for either of you.”

“As for Cross Square, it has an open layout, which is convenient for escaping, but the crowd there is relatively complex; the young folk prefer it, so under the same conditions, the Night Watchman may have more hands on deck.”

“I’ll go to Cross Square.”

Almost as soon as Veheler finished explaining, Marco stopped hesitating and promptly took a talisman from his hand.

“Comparatively, I’m clearly more suited for a younger crowd,”

He said, casting a provocative glance at Fu Qian.

“Really now? Whether you’re young is one thing, but are you sure you’re suitable for a place with ‘people’?”

Fu Qian didn’t even blink, accentuating the word “people” with deliberate emphasis.

Such kindergarten-level taunts were nothing but self-humiliation in his presence, devoid of any significance.

Crack!

Due to the disparity in their rank and transcendent levels, Marco lost his composure once more and slammed his palm down, shattering the nearby table.

“Alright, strictly speaking, neither of us truly counts as ‘people’.”

Veheler immediately intervened to prevent the farce from escalating.

The words of a Demigod carried weight; seeing that Fu Qian hadn’t budged an inch, Marco, despite his inner fury, ultimately refrained from further outbursts.

“Then, I shall head to Phoenix Palace.”

Fu Qian nodded slightly to Veheler, who had spread open his palm, accepting his assigned task.

However, when he reached out to take the talisman, Veheler suddenly gasped and clenched his hand shut.

“What’s wrong with your hand?”

As soon as he said this, including Marco at his side, everyone’s attention instantaneously focused on Fu Qian’s exposed right hand.

The once subtle patterns on the skin were now vividly multicolored, and the flesh beneath the patterns was no longer translucent.

…

What else could be wrong? Wasn’t it obvious?

Facing Veheler’s uncertain gaze, Fu Qian opted to suppress his voice and chuckle.

“My powers have become unstable; it seems the Demigod is somewhat impatient.”