Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1874: Chapter 1869: Seedbed of Artifact Species (24)

Persistence does not equate to foolishness, especially not for one who can’t even remember his own name yet is still confidently searching for his wife in this stream of consciousness.

For such a character, honesty is crucial.

The phrase ”know one’s talents” isn’t just empty talk.

Thus, during the brief contact with the Wanderer, guiding him towards Lanina and turning him into a task tool, Fu Qian did not even bother to hide his intent to use him.

And the facts proved that the effect was quite ideal.

The Wandering Knight, who originally did not possess much logical thinking ability, intuitively felt this honesty, and the balance finally tilted towards mutual benefit.

At this moment, he even took off his hat, which could be seen as a gesture of attitude.

And finally, Fu Qian got to see his full appearance.

There indeed was an abstract feeling, not in looks, but a certain non-human aura.

Though he still seemed very impatient.

”So do you have any idea where to find her?”

Taking off the hood, the Wanderer directly asked.

”First, you can find her here, second, this place isn’t very large, outside is a frozen sea, third, she should be in some kind of clever hiding.”

How could Fu Qian be dissatisfied with this, he cooperated readily and decisively the next moment.

”And so far, I have no clues, I need you to sense the possible connections, using your sensitivity to the scent of a woman.”

Admitting no accomplishment while giving a suggestion, Fu Qian said.

”I understand.”

The Wandering Knight listened intently, surprisingly said nothing more.

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As a knight, regardless of the relationship between the Wanderer and Virgin Lania, it should be much closer than with himself.

So what is there than this talent and his persistence, more worth borrowing?

Moreover, it’s an undeniable explicit plan.

There’s no deception, not even a need for misleading, just need to lay out the situation directly.

You are looking for your wife, and the only surviving female here, aside from the one you ruled out earlier, is likely just the one hiding.

My motives are indeed ambiguous, but you’re likely not my match, can’t eliminate the threat first, you choose what to do next.

It seemed that the Wandering Knight indeed quickly made his choice.

He didn’t take another step outside, the next moment he slowly raised a hand, and the fleeting death claw reappeared, pressing on the head exposed by the hood removal.

Along with closing eyes at the same time, akin to a thinker entering an overclocked state.

Click——

Only this kind of overclocking seemed a bit physical.

In just two seconds of maintaining the posture, with a crisp sound, the Wanderer’s head was already crushed by the death claw, with liquid even splattering out.

Sure enough, not so easy to kill.

Standing quietly aside without interrupting, witnessing this scene, including comparing his own transformation, Fu Qian couldn’t help but praise.

The ”corpse” of the Wanderer did not fall, on the contrary, just like the body nearly crushed earlier, even vital parts like the head were healing rapidly.

Meanwhile, the frantic distortion transmitted around instantly intensified, including on himself.

This pain, quite clearly, was once again radiated out.

As one who also mastered a degree of radiation technique, Fu Qian faintly sensed that besides the intensity being more exaggerated than earlier, another change was the range of influence rapidly expanding.

It was uncertain whether what the Wanderer did required much additional effort, but regarding his purpose, Fu Qian had no trouble guessing—establishing a deeper connection with every part of this place in this manner.

To find, most efficiently, the woman there was little likelihood of being his wife.

Only that by doing so, the pressure on the Wanderer himself was hard to measure, and the negative effect of this prison-like field was undoubtedly adding a hefty dose.

This was still without any sacrifice from the third knight.

Crunch——

Within a few breaths, the Wanderer’s head was almost completely healed.

And he, seemingly breathing only slightly weakened, and at that moment his body trembled somewhat.

In response, the Wanderer briefly opened his eyes, once more pressing the death claw forcefully.

Another crisp sound, a second wave of shock erupted.

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Sure enough, persistent.

In the face of such high-intensity mental activity, Fu Qian did nothing unnecessary to interfere, even the admiration was just in his heart.

It could be seen that this knight related to the Abyss had a very strong obsession with finding his wife.

Not even quite clear on his own whereabouts, almost being openly used, trying with a huge probability of no real result, burdened with all kinds of negatives, yet pursuing this suicidal effort without hesitation.

Moreover, there’s a little observation gained, that the ability of pain radiation seemed to have its limits after all.

He still couldn’t reach the level of Greedy Worm Ah Wei, who could welcome all harm with relish and seemingly wouldn’t die no matter what.

It is reasonable to believe that as long as the damage is exaggerated enough, beyond a certain limit, the Wanderer would still fall.

Of course, the advantage here is that in the process of him falling, the one who kills him would probably have to pay a significant price.

The speed of the second healing was not slow, soon the head was once again unharmed.

And under Fu Qian’s expectant gaze, this time, the Wanderer who opened his eyes finally turned to look over.

”You lied to me—there is no second woman at all!”

Only his tone was very harsh, and by the last word, it was already laden with extreme hatred.

”Die.”

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The situation suddenly reversed, the grand united front collapsed in an instant, the change was nothing if not sudden.

And it wasn’t even over.

As the last word left the Wanderer’s mouth, Fu Qian immediately felt a forced transformation happening to his body.

Not to truly die, nor did the body rapidly lose vitality, but the special accumulation that occurred within when previous wounds disappeared leapt forward by a big margin almost.

A certain newly resolved sense of closeness advanced swiftly, as if the next step taken could revisit the Abyss previously visited before.

”Gate.”

Even before the Wanderer finished his words, not giving Fu Qian time to channel, the next moment he already took the lead step, continuing to speak.

With this sentence, in Fu Qian’s perception, everything around was filled with more chaotic violence, even the stones beneath seemed to turn blackened and mushy.

As if the entrance to the Abyss opened, with endless descent laid before.

Just a step needed, to revisit old ground, though returning might not be certain.

Even without taking the step, one’s self seems to be falling too, Fu Qian seemed to once again see a pair of frog-like eyes staring at him.