Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 837: Chapter 835: Ignition (9) Chapter 837: Chapter 835: Ignition (9) “Where has the problem arisen again?”

Akasha’s mind clearly wasn’t dull; seeing the state Ballard was in, she immediately realized something new had happened.

“Received the Prophet’s message just now—Qionghe and the Lord have both lost contact.”

Ballard didn’t beat around the bush and spoke directly.

“Two Demigods… What’s going on?”

Even with mental preparation, Akasha was clearly taken aback.

“If it had been before, I would tend to believe that the two of them had gone into hiding, readying some evil plan.”

Ballard narrowed his eyes slightly.

“But considering the dealings with that guy just now, I’m suddenly leaning towards the idea that they are already dead.”

Andiel had said something before, do you still remember—”You’ll know soon enough, and it won’t even require divination. Of course, before that, you’re welcome to waste your time on me…”

“Of course, you mean to say—”

Akasha appeared to understand something.

“Yes, there’s more than one monster.”

Ballard concluded.

“In addition to that Andiel, a group of outsiders has entered the city, and it looks like this new group has the ability to simultaneously take out two Demigods.”

“How could this be, what on earth is their purpose?”

Akasha couldn’t conceal her shock.

The terror from that fellow’s killing power earlier had indeed left a deep impression on her, and now you’re saying there’s an even more ferocious group of outsiders operating.

“I don’t know, considering those two won’t be reborn for who knows how long, it’s going to be difficult to get to the bottom of this unless we catch the murderers.”

“But if we think positively, that sneaky fellow just now might have actually done us a favor—otherwise, we might have lost many more before becoming aware of the anomaly.”

Ballard, however, didn’t want to waste more time, and he mounted his horse as he spoke.

“If you want to head to the base, then get in the car.”

“…Okay.”

Looking at the opened car door, Akasha hesitated for a moment but ultimately didn’t refuse.

Rebirth, seems like an interesting term.

As the legendary Greed War Chariot turned into a streak of cool light, Fu Qian’s figure slowly emerged from around the corner.

That’s right, after “killing” Ballard just now, he hadn’t run away as imagined, but had hidden on one side instead.

Of course, the suicidal behavior of repeatedly using Blood Conquest for invisibility led to considerable exhaustion.

Fortunately, the price was worth it.

His actions were always meant to help the original residents of Unseen Hillock recognize the severity of the problem. Killing was not the goal, otherwise, he would have gone for a Visceral Critical Strike right away.

Ballard, even with his miraculous self-healing abilities, Fu Qian didn’t think he could withstand too many hits.

The main reason for not being explicit was to pursue the highest efficiency.

As everyone knows, it’s standard for bigwigs to be paranoid, they only trust the conclusions they come to themselves.

So when dealing with these people, outright saying often falls far short of the effectiveness of body language.

And, after a wander at death’s door, this skeptical Demigod clearly did not disappoint expectations and quickly made a “reasonable” deduction, firmly believing it without doubt.

Fu Qian believed that not only the outsiders would speed up, but the original residents as well.

…

Moreover, he had also obtained interesting information.

Firstly, it seemed like Aike and his crew had been quite successful, already having quietly taken out two Demigods.

Plus, considering they had also moved against him before while letting the Clown go, there was reason to suspect that the Hunting Squad was selectively targeting those with Divinity.

Another thing was Ballard’s mention of “rebirth”.

Could it be that the two dead Demigods would return at some point?

For a moment, Fu Qian became more curious about the form of life in this place.

The only disappointment was that Ballard seemed completely indifferent to the mention of fire, a concept that Fu Qian had deliberately brought up.

This original resident didn’t seem to have any knowledge or sensitivity to it.

Surely it couldn’t refer to the fiery passion sparked between the Hunting Squad and their prey?

That would be too abstract!

During these reflections, Fu Qian recalled a certain direction and blended into the crowd.

After knocking down Ballard just now, he quickly used Thread of Concern on Akasha.

One reason was to create an atmosphere of tension, and the other was to leave a trace to follow.

To control the situation, besides the Hunting Squad, the reactions of the prey were also quite worthy of his attention.

And as it turned out, Thread of Concern could only maintain one link at a time.

After establishing contact with Akasha, the previous link broke.

Fortunately, he had noted the last direction.

…

It has to be said, although a bit strange, the comfort level was quite nice.

This time Fu Qian didn’t choose to walk but instead took a seat in a carriage and soon found himself silently contemplative.

Throughout the journey, he could feel the entire city’s atmosphere becoming fervently charged, visibly quickening at a discernible rate.

There was reason to believe that it had much to do with his own actions to hasten events.

Although unclear about the nature of the “base” Ballard had mentioned, if there truly was a loose alliance of Transcendents here, then the death threat from outsiders would likely spread quickly.

Once the news reached the ears of other Demigods, a strong reaction was inevitable.

As previously mentioned, each Demigod is a massive cog.

The anomalies in their actions could, he believed, quickly propagate throughout the entire city.

For instance, the one right in front of him.

…

At this moment, Fu Qian was leaning in a corner of a six-person carriage, and opposite him was a guy with multicolored hair and a face painted white.

Yes, it was the Clown who had previously used a billboard to almost cleave his carriage in half.

When selecting transportation earlier, Fu Qian had picked up on this somewhat familiar aura and decisively chose this carriage.

Not for a trivial matter like seeking revenge, but simply out of curiosity.

Right now, the Clown didn’t seem as spirited as he was at first sight.

He not only sat in the kind of carriage he hated most, but his eyes also appeared somewhat dim, carrying an air as if life had lost its meaning.

Wasn’t this change a bit too sudden?

Even if he had failed to include him in that earlier squashing, shouldn’t this result in such dejection?

Aren’t villains supposed to be indefatigable, full of vigor?

Questions popped up in Fu Qian’s mind.

Besides, setting aside the fact that this guy wasn’t even a Demigod, even he himself didn’t seem particularly afraid of death.

What might be the direct cause, then?

This guy’s deeds were without a doubt vile, an utterly different extreme compared to Ballard.

He even went out of his way to put on a self-righteous display after wreaking blatant havoc.

And his Ranking was close to that of Catherine before…

As thoughts whirled, Fu Qian seemed to understand something—

After creating chaos, should he have been eliminated or captured by someone like Ballard, and yet he roamed free unscathed, leading to an inner void and loss of self?