Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 615: Chapter 615: Turmoil (End)_1 Chapter 615: Chapter 615: Turmoil (End)_1 Consciousness returned in an instant, and Veil discerned a dangerous sound amidst the cacophony.

It was the sound of gunfire—real gunfire!

Having realized this, she instinctively looked toward the source of the sound, just in time to see a figure wearing an iron cage on its head push its way past the crowd towards the Lighthouse.

But the next moment, her pupils dilated in shock as she saw a black and red tentacle dragging something away from her sister’s hands beneath the other’s cloak.

…

Standing once again amidst the tide, the smooth progress of the plan filled him with boundless joy.

On the Lighthouse in his field of vision, Count Valentin was indistinguishable from the others, lost in the tide of reckless revelry.

This time, Ya Yu and Veheler were both absent again.

It was an unexpected pleasure.

After all, unlike last time, sitting in such a conspicuous position for so long with such a striking appearance, it was highly unlikely that Veheler and the others were unaware.

That they had not come seeking him directly for more than a whole day did not negate this possibility.

After all, during this sensitive time, troubling a Demigod in such a conspicuous location would almost equal giving up on the plan outright.

But not troubling him did not mean they had no precautions in place. The scene before him was still somewhat unusual.

Could it be that they were worried he had already reached an understanding with the Night Watchman, and this display was merely a ruse to attract attention, thereby freeing up their hands to control two other locations and prevent the tide of revelry from rising?

It wasn’t entirely impossible, but on second thought, it would be more prudent to leave one of the two Demigods here as a clear signal.

All these thoughts coursed through Fu Qian’s consciousness at lightning speed.

However, the slight doubts arising from them had no resistance in the face of the joy born from luck; they melted away in an instant.

At this moment, Fu Qian’s state was rather unique.

Over twenty-four hours wearing the Headcage, the positive emotions from achieving his actions had never stopped increasing.

The massive positive emotions built up inside, along with the desire to keep that emotional growth going, were tearing at his will ferociously.

For example, right now doing “anything” actively was a huge temptation for Fu Qian, including simply walking.

That was why his walking pace was so oddly rhythmic, as each step that hit the ground brought a sense of achievement that assaulted his will.

This ever-growing sweetness would at some point utterly enthrall someone, making them forget everything—but not now!

The next moment, his gigantic figure, now swollen to several times its size, once again landed on the fleshly behemoth of Hamadus.

As a grey-black talisman was crushed, a silver-white handgun was discarded carelessly.

An arm mottled with nearly void-like blackness and chaotic, extreme paints pierced directly through the wide mouth, sealing Hamadus’s cries within its body.

Visceral Critical Strike!

A scene once witnessed in some false future unfolded again amidst the clamor.

And with a clawed hand scooping out, the emotional feedback from personally slaughtering Divine Beings elevated the madness of sweetness to an unbelievable state.

Crackle!

In the dull noise, several spine-like chains burst directly from Fu Qian’s back, extending in every direction.

This was not a change driven by his will, but rather a direct command of the flesh’s power by the surging desire for carnage, already akin to a knee-jerk reflex.

As he moved in such a way, Ariel in his field of vision had once again resolutely given up on killing and stood still. She began to guide the twisted content of the tide of revelry, striving to have Rom “descend” as quickly as possible.

There was no surprise in this, and without hesitation, Fu Qian unleashed his second claw.

Accompanied by another splatter of blood and flesh, above where the bone chains penetrated, a wing membrane covered with countless chaotic colors tore through flesh, expanding into a grand bat wing.

Meanwhile, thousands of black spikes seeped out from all over his body, growing endlessly without stop.

Visceral Critical Strike, the third time.

Graceful Release still had not been activated, and the spikes emerging from Fu Qian’s body now seemed to have their own will, tearing and stretching into different shapes, vying with each other to partition the body.

Every organ, every blood vessel inside his body was undergoing the same ruthless process.

Yet, after successive devastation, Hamadus’ body, though crumbling, was still somehow holding together, not yet completely destroyed.

At the same time, within the vast chasms created by the Visceral Critical Strike, flesh tumbled like boiling liquid, congealing into hexagonal-shaped single eyes, quickly merging into a familiarly huge compound eye.

Beneath the compound eye, one could even see countless delicate black arthropod limbs stretching out.

With Hamadus weakening rapidly, the transformation into Rom seemed to happen much faster.

Very nice!

Trapped in the fleshly abyss and surrounded by everything, Fu Qian let go of all his restraints, filled with supreme delight.

Tendril Barrage Devastator!

The next moment, endless tendrils erupted from his body.

With Fu Qian at the center, the tendrils blasted out in every direction with an indestructible force.

Even under the influence of the Godblood Curse, the tendrils themselves were no longer of a single shape or color.

Divine, chaotic, filthy, agonizing… All these types of forces interwove together.

Fu Qian thought he could hear each tendril having its consciousness, excitedly tearing themselves apart, striving to annihilate the flesh of the Divine Beings in the most frenzied manner—three times!

Even Graceful Release was triggered simultaneously.

Sorry, the future you refused to accept has now arrived.

Are you ready?

…

It was like a grenade had been detonated inside a tomato.

Inside the giant ship, with Fu Qian at the center, a horrific cavity expanded rapidly, destroying everything in its path and pushing outward in all directions.

And the next moment, the ship of flesh could no longer hold together.

Bone and flesh shattered, blood fell like rain.

The fragmented wills carried by this behemoth finally dissipated completely.

At the same time, a high-level gaze that had been linked to it retreated unwillingly in an instant.

Almost simultaneously, Ariel in the storm ceased his actions, his body turning into a stream of light and fleeing without looking back.

With his departure, the thunderous clamor that had been half-guided into formation immediately became chaotic, the calls no longer harmonious, even interfering with each other.

In less than ten seconds, the tumultuous tide of noise quickly subsided, turning into ordinary roars and shouts.

Those originally engrossed in the revelry awoke as from a dream, each reclaiming their will.

Yet the excited crowd did not seem to notice much amiss with the sudden change, and after a slight hesitation, the revelry continued.

[Current mission completed, containment of subject number 1-339 successful]

As the storm suddenly rose, enclosing the sea-bound Fu Qian, the message of successful containment finally sounded.

And until the scene before his eyes grew blurry, Fu Qian did not attempt to remove the Headcage.