Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2271: Chapter 2266: Cast Aside and Abandoned

Dark green yet scorching hot, the drop of rain seemed like thick magma, rippling like smoke after hitting the ground.

Just after saying there was no movement, the response appeared, and Fu Qian felt deeply grateful for the audience’s support.

And the movement that appeared inevitably reminded one of the broken door from before.

Same tone, same unrest, Mr. Demon Moore appeared reserved, yet it seemed he was following a path of suppressed flamboyance.

Indeed, who else could have caused this disturbance? It appeared that Demon Moore was swiftly cut off.

Additionally, although the prisoners’ perception of authority was somewhat dark, it felt like Mr. Demon Moore was the most prominent.

The drop of fiery rain not only splattered everywhere upon landing but also continued to emit ”screams.”

Pain, hatred, chaos... it seemed all derogatory words could describe it.

At that moment, just this disturbance seemed capable of causing spiritual pollution.

And the disturbance was still expanding.

Since it’s rain, how could it be just one drop?

The sight clearly showed, despite having a dome, the small chapel was completely unimpeded.

Appearing to fall from an Otherworld Space, the spontaneously appearing smoldering raindrops were evenly covering every corner of the chapel, even the stone statues of the First Generation Dark Moon were not spared.

Far from being washed away like ordinary rainwater, the drops shattered on top, instantly becoming fire seeds that left burning traces.

Even stones were ignited, the holes left by the raindrops spread continuously, from small to large.

The stone statues were relatively resilient, but the effect was even more dramatic on other parts of the chapel.

Fu Qian watched, wide-eyed, as a void appeared on the stone slabs at his feet in an instant.

And the mental pollution produced during the burning process was exponentially magnified.

Even someone as resilient as him could feel some spirit shock.

Additionally, it could be further seen that the void beneath his feet was truly ”empty.”

What was revealed after burning was not dirt and stone, but fog-like void.

It was as if the small chapel was originally a rootless floating place.

...

Mr. Demon Moore is very angry, and the consequences are severe.

In an instant, riddled with holes, it seemed the sanctuary was about to collapse and disappear at any moment.

At that moment, Fu Qian seemed to feel the anger source of this power, even deeply understanding it.

Anger is justified; even if the alliance was fragile, being decisively backstabbed is very unpleasant.

The Witch had just mentioned, the prisoners had silently set up heavy barriers against this Dark Moon’s retreat abode.

After suffering losses previously, they were determined to ensure that both she and Fu Qian would pointlessly come and go.

Considering the special ”Parasite” state, to avoid leaving a loophole, Mr. Demon Moore as the host was decisively cut, which was not surprising at all.

The situation of the person involved was like a researcher bitten by a zombie and directly locked in the lab together.

In this situation, there’s nothing strange about venting anger at former teammates.

Yes, Demon Moore’s anger is directed at the prisoners rather than themselves, which was Fu Qian’s judgment.

A particularly intuitive reason is that the rain even avoided both himself and the Witch.

There’s no need to deliberately dodge, and it can even be found that around himself and the Witch is the only still relatively intact area of the chapel.

Why do this?

Simple, ask oneself, how to self-rescue when locked in a zombie cage?

This move by Mr. Demon Moore is not merely to vent emotions but to tell both of them it is time to act.

Destroying this small chapel is akin to directly opening the safety door of the experiment, releasing the corpses back to the mountain.

It’s optimal for both parties to clash, allowing oneself to reap the benefits as an opportunist.

Even the attitudes of both parties during this process are not important; even if the zombies don’t want to move, with no refuge available, the next step is to fall into a nightmare, and not doing something would definitely be passive.

Prisoners maintaining strict defensive positions, it’s impossible for them to wager that the zombies won’t move.

In summary, as both he and the Witch tear through momentum, the corrupted Mr. Demon Moore was decisively abandoned.

And the person involved without hesitation chose to flip the table, breaking the prisoners’ silent and prosperous situation.

After all, His circumstances, frankly, were already hopeless following a normal path.

Even if he and the Witch were successfully retained here, and during this process, He was not killed, the probability of successfully taking advantage and escaping was extremely small, with the beneficiaries being at least among the four outside.

Adversity builds valuable bonds, but the success of a brother is even more painful.

So with the collapse of the small chapel, it was even possible to see doors appearing faintly in the illusory mist.

Red, silver, black, orange... at a glance they looked familiar, precisely belonging to the remaining four prisoners.

Even with just one door, it still made people instinctively feel like they could pass through them to have a good talk with those behind.

Just say how can situations of cross entangling shares be cleanly cut.

At that moment, Fu Qian shook his head inwardly.

Not only did Mr. Demon Moore release the zombies, but he opened the door to his former colleague’s office.

”Found it.”

At that moment, the Witch suddenly spoke, seemingly having made a breakthrough.

...

Oh?

Though it was just beginning to show signs, the Pontiff had already made progress?

This level of efficiency seemed to surprise even Mr. Demon Moore, causing the rain to slow slightly.

However, fixing his gaze, it was noticeable that the Witch hadn’t even glanced towards those doors.

Instead, before him, the stone statue of the First Generation Dark Moon, clearly riddled with holes, suddenly emitted a soul-stirring radiance.

Within the radiance, an equally small object became visible in void.

This... Witch doll?

Fu Qian saw clearly, suspended in mid-air, as though extending infinitely far was a small figure seated on a chair.

Its appearance and posture bore a nine-tenths resemblance to the Witch, with eyebrows and eyes exceedingly exquisite.

The biggest difference perhaps lay in the long wings dangling behind unlike the Witch’s still-not-fully-recovered body.

A blood-red ribbon had been added to its hat.

After all, making more preparations never hurt; while verifying the situation on entering, the Witch evidently hadn’t idled.

”Found it” referred not to discovering the target to eliminate; regardless of how accommodating Mr. Demon Moore was, the Witch actually wasn’t paying attention to Him.

The latter had been consistently attempting one task, namely utilizing a certain anchor left early in that Doomsday to forcibly breach the blockade.

Like when he had once sought her help, materializing a blood handprint as before.

As for the neglected Mr. Demon Moore?

Honestly, Fu Qian trusted His vengeful zeal, but he equally believed that the prisoners would have anticipated this.

Not only was He decisively cut, but Demon Moore’s retaliatory behavior may not be outside the prisoners’ scheme.

”Well done.”

Faced with the Witch’s gaze, Fu Qian praised while proactively extending his hand.