Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 848: Chapter 846: Ignition (20) Chapter 848: Chapter 846: Ignition (20) Although slightly overbearing, one had to admit, Crystal had a point.

Regardless of who was beneath the Mirror Armor, as someone aware of so many details, it would have been optimal to deal with the member of the Hunting Team before their departure, if possible.

Yet, there he sat, good as new.

“The problem is, I’ve had more than one encounter with the Clown, and this isn’t his style.”

Seeing that the others remained silent, Ballard tried to make one last effort.

“This guy looks more like some sneaky outsider. His story is also hard to believe, for instance, there’s one thing—”

The next moment, he looked at Fu Qian.

“Can you tell me how you managed to take on my appearance?”

The air fell silent; without a doubt, besides Fu Qian, this was the question everyone else was puzzled by.

Even the Ice Wolf named Crystal stopped speaking.

Ballard was quite adept at focusing on the key issues, not even allowing Fu Qian to lift his Face Helmet to reveal his true face.

For demigods, appearances were much less reliable than the forms of their strength.

“That’s naturally because, after I became a demigod, I discovered something fascinating.”

Facing the scrutinizing gazes all around, Fu Qian thought to himself that this was the question he had been waiting for.

As he spoke, he touched his face, and the Face Helmet spread out and dispersed in all directions.

It could have been done more simply, but considering the risk of a fashion faux pas, Fu Qian decisively chose to make it look cooler with a bit of effort.

With the opening of his Face Helmet, the stares of the several demigods were involuntarily drawn to him.

…

The next moment, although there was not a sound in the air, it seemed as though many exclamations could be heard.

Beneath the helmet was still Fu Qian’s face, but underneath the skin, the burgeoning heat seemed alarming.

Among them, Ballard’s reaction was the most exaggerated.

For among all present, only he knew of a phrase Andiel had once said—I’ve come guided by the flame.

“For a long time, this world has been tedious.”

Fu Qian touched his own cheek, intoxicated with his state.

“Even the little game of dying and being reborn has started to grow dull.”

“Surprisingly, it was the outsiders who delivered an intriguing gift to me.”

“Unbelievable, that you demigods, of all people, have discovered the secrets of this world even later than the outsiders.”

While spreading seductive lies, Fu Qian did not forget to throw in a teasing jibe with his hand.

“What do you mean?”

Akasha finally made her presence felt.

After all, this face before her was indeed deeply etched in her memory.

“Have you ever imagined a way to leave this cage?”

Speaking words shocking enough to slay the listener, Fu Qian, faced with many bewildered eyes, pointed to his glowing, hot forehead.

“The path to redemption lies within.”

“Are you saying… this so-called special flame can help us get out of here?”

The more Fu Qian spoke, the more outlandish his claims, prompting Ballard to challenge him.

“That’s ridiculous!”

“More ridiculous than your self-management in prison?”

Fu Qian mocked him on the spot and successfully silenced the group.

Clearly, this group keen on action could be considered the normal ones of the Unseen Hillock.

Perhaps not as extreme as Ballard, but at least willing to maintain a certain level of Order.

Yet, Fu Qian’s words served as a fresh reminder of their bare reality.

No matter how much they tried to maintain it, it was nothing more than a group of prisoners deluding themselves.

In fact, Fu Qian was also somewhat puzzled by this.

Xiumeng and the others were clearly able to come and go as they pleased; otherwise, there’d be no talk of coming here for a rescue.

As for the affairs of the outsiders, it seemed not to be a secret to these natives, yet they didn’t seem to believe they could try to find a way out just like Xiumeng and the others.

“I must say, no matter who you are, both of you are equally annoying.”

Unable to refute, Ballard gritted his teeth and resorted to ad hominem attacks.

A joke, right? The Clown’s ability to attract hate could compare with mine?

Fu Qian reminisced the Clown’s voice and laughter and dismissed the idea.

However, before he could say anything, Ballard’s expression suddenly froze.

“Prophet… let’s take this guy back with us.”

After a long pause, he slowly raised his head, his words filled with disbelief.

Hmph!

While Akasha was still dazed, Crystal already snorted coldly, turned, and walked away.

Under Fu Qian’s influence, the air that had been rapidly cooled by her was again becoming hot, something she seemed to particularly loathe.

“…Can I have it back now?”

The remaining people looked at each other, and finally, Akasha spoke first, pointing towards the broken claw in Fu Qian’s hand.

Oh?

Fu Qian lifted the claw as she instructed but brought it close to sniff.

“Even now, I can still smell this intoxicating scent.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to maintain this slight connection with me?”

…

This nearly flirtatious remark actually left Akasha hesitating.

Of course, it wasn’t the face that was infatuating her; rather, the implication behind the words was straightforward—do you really not want to keep in touch with a demigod who might know how to escape the cage?

Without a doubt, this concept was too tempting for her.

So much so, that even the smallest possibility made it difficult to decisively give up.

“Okay, Casanova, it’s time for us to depart.”

Seeing Akasha’s reaction, Ballard twitched in annoyance and felt it was crucial not to continue this way.

His attitude shifted from initial rejection to actively urging Fu Qian to get moving.

“Fine.”

Fu Qian amiably agreed, finally standing up and heading outside.

And until he vanished at the entrance of the bar, Akasha still hadn’t brought up wanting her item back.

…

Moments later, Fu Qian finally had the opportunity to board the legendary Greed War Chariot.

One had to say that despite its somewhat antiquated power source, it was still impressively cool.

Even the steeds, as they ran, pulled long haloes of pale blue light in the darkness as if riding on beams.

Fu Qian quickly realized this was no mere vehicle.

With the doors shut, he found himself in some sort of isolation, requiring some effort to force his way out.

No wonder everyone trusted Ballard to escort him away, and he certainly did not shirk the responsibility.

Additionally, as they departed, Fu Qian could sense many watchful presences hidden in the shadows, most of which were quite formidable.

If this group genuinely could go outside, they would undoubtedly be an alarming force.

During his musings, Fu Qian fully retracted his Face Helmet, revealing his entire head suffused with intense heat.

For a moment, in the dimness, the interplay of orange and blue was dazzling, making Ballard in front seem like nothing more than a chauffeur.