Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1861: Chapter 1856: Instrument Seedbed (11)

”Don’t go over there!”

An unexpected mutation erupted, and as the most understated person in the team, Miss An displayed a substantial survival instinct, almost staying beside White the whole time.

Because of the behavior along the way and the development of the Crimson Frenzy, White clearly had no precaution against her.

And yet during such a moment of uncertainty, it was her who performed this backstabbing act.

Faced with such a scene, Jill, whose body was trembling, still struggled to shout at Li.

The latter had regained some clarity from the shock and instinctively wanted to rush over.

It seemed he still somewhat trusted Jill; though he didn’t fully understand, he halted his steps at her words.

”Just like the one just now... it’s probably useless now, be careful not to get stuck.”

While Li turned his head to look at Jill, the latter shook her head, decisively giving up and signaling to stay away from the two people entangled together over there.

It appeared Jill’s judgment was quite accurate.

The next moment in their sight, though the two bodies were entwined, it showcased the same twisted feeling observed on the previous prison guard.

Even amidst the struggle, it made his actions all the more comprehensible.

While Li finally accepted the advice, quickly moving away, Miss An’s gentle, slender hand continued to extend forward, clasping White’s hand.

A small flame that was initially brewing there quietly extinguished.

Simultaneously, thin threads of blood quickly pulled from between the fingers, entwining together.

As they step by step became indistinguishable from each other, the corresponding body parts dried up and scattered like ashes.

”Quick, go! This thing is different.”

This time, it was the Scholar shouting, using keen Insight, as he seemed to sense more wrong, reminding them while continuing to sprint.

”Why... so... rushed?”

However, amidst the reminder and action, the first to react were the ”two people” entwined over there.

Both heads spoke the same words in different voices, even the tone was eerily calm.

...

Can they still communicate?

This change made all the survivors running, except Fu Qian, unconsciously slow their steps.

It truly was different from the previous victim; they actually gained clear consciousness so quickly?

Even the previous simultaneous speech gave a sense of the two’s minds becoming one under such a union.

”What do you want to say? What on earth is going on here?”

Jill froze for a moment, then was the first one to stop and ask icily.

”Of course, it’s about sharing the way to survive... isn’t that what we’ve always been doing?”

The deteriorating body actually answered, with the voice becoming steadier bit by bit.

Even both heads looked over together, smiling uniformly.

”Don’t be afraid, I don’t need to devour or combine, you have no significance to me... neither do you.”

The last sentence was clearly addressed to Fu Qian.

Due to the previous outstanding performance, the mysterious Sinners received additional attention.

”You’re too kind.”

Fu Qian slightly nodded, continuing to fully display the demeanor of a Rebirth Club giant.

”I don’t understand what you mean. Are you saying just finding someone to unite with will counteract this erosion?

”Frankly, looking at you now, it’s hard to believe.”

But not everyone shared Fu Qian’s composed mindset, and the battle-hardened Mr. Scholar directly responded to An White before Jill.

While speaking, he even indicated to the part of An White’s body visibly withering, no longer just one limb exhibiting the Crimson Angel state, which made the previous survival statement unconvincing.

”Wrong... all wrong.”

The Scholar’s performance was undeniably thorough; yet his confidence suffered a head-on blow in the next moment.

Both heads shook simultaneously, even the shaking amplitude was identical.

”Firstly, I said devour and combine are unnecessary, and counteracting is unnecessary as well... because this is not erosion.”

...

Not erosion... things seemed to become intriguing.

Confronted with this peculiar phrasing, while Jill and the others were still confused, Fu Qian felt significantly different expectations at that moment.

Jill’s judgment was still quite correct; the state of the thing before them was different from the one crushed with a punch previously.

This was particularly clear to Fu Qian’s senses.

For instance, one most direct aspect — Divinity.

The ranking of this entity was entirely different from the previous one, even gradually ascending as the body continued to decay.

It was as though something relied on this curse, descending into the unbelievable time-space before their eyes — such as the Apocalypse Knight.

Having assembled four just to slay as the given condition, Fu Qian never forgot to confirm their possible appearance mode.

And it appeared the situation wasn’t promising.

Neither Miss An nor White were close to Divinity; even Medama’s fusion art scarcely had a reason to achieve such a level.

This change seemed more like providing a descent coordinate.

Indeed, it sounded like the two-in-one embrace wasn’t a necessary condition.

”Don’t you get it? This isn’t the usual kind of curse we understood; our situation is far more unique!”

Without waiting for Jill and the others to express confusion, An White continued with a resonant proclamation.

”Look at the thing before your eyes. Do you still think it’s just Yasui spreading pollution, then the sea froze due to cold weather? We are surrounded by a special Extraordinary Power.”

...

”No matter the reason for its emergence, whether some ancient power here was triggered, this is our chance.

”Feel it, feel the True Self and grasp it, rather than resist... you will thank me.”

The previous statement undoubtedly left people hard to refute, and An White did not allow more time for consideration; in the next moment, he raised a pair of hands that were entirely composed of crimson blood threads.

”So who exactly are you...”

Seeing that almost half of his body had transformed into the Crimson Angel state, though uncertain how to evaluate the statement ”will definitely thank him,” Jill finally couldn’t help but ask.

”Isn’t it obvious? I am An, and White is already dead.”

To this, the latter let out a dual laughter, and in the next moment, amidst a brittle sound like dry wood breaking, the whole head of White, who was once Prison Director, was forcibly snapped off from the neck and tossed aside casually.

”It was because I initially couldn’t grasp that particularly special impulse.”