Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2593: Chapter 2588: Storm of Glaze

At this time, Lord Rom probably doesn’t have the leisure to deliberately interfere with academic research, right?

One must learn to eliminate interference when conducting research, and according to Lord Rom’s style, he’s definitely an expert at causing chaos.

If you want him to cooperate in validating something, being passively uncooperative is just the beginning; outputting a bunch of gibberish is perfectly normal.

Fu Qian naturally understands all this, but unfortunately the title of academic leader is never won by running fast to grab projects; it’s earned through true expertise.

Passive uncooperation? There will always be times when you have to be proactive and spend that effort.

Outputting gibberish? Sometimes every bit of effort must be conserved, and you cannot afford to waste anything.

Take this moment, for instance.

Certainly, after thorough analysis, it seems that being in an unfavorable situation suddenly becomes one’s own, but it does not deter Fu Qian from continuing to explore the research value.

Lord Rom is fighting with all his might for survival, so I believe his clarity of vision must be very high at this moment.

So just like before, when he wouldn’t use extra effort to make the eighth stroke, now the eighth stroke suddenly comes out, there must be an unavoidable reason.

It can only be said that the Fool Idol, as an item with great expectations placed on it, truly did not disappoint.

So, what specific reason might compel Lord Rom to attempt to destroy it?

Curiosity piqued, Fu Qian stood in the middle of the whale’s body this time, carefully stroking the puppet in his hand.

Of course, the eighth stroke did not hit.

Lord Rom’s response was supposed to be one of the observation targets, so how could he not be cautious against some extreme actions?

Naturally, conducting experiments is not child’s play; the test objects are not compelled to follow a script.

The few strokes that missed earlier could be understood as having insight into Lord Rom’s fatal rhythm, a silent understanding with a touch of luck.

This time, such an important test, the puppet’s strength doesn’t seem to be high, and a slight mishap could cause damage, so why can it be done so fittingly?

Simple, experimental margin.

It’s not that Lord Rom’s stroke was a perfect collaboration but that he struck elsewhere.

Fu Qian’s right hand, with a hideous wound from top to bottom, extends all the way to the back of the hand.

No blood flowed out, replaced instead by multicolored glasses, along with a massive reduction in SAN Points.

This hand was blocking there just now, acting as a barrier, securing a bit more of a chance for the puppet to retreat unharmed.

So much so that to Lord Rom, it even seemed not to be a loss; at least from then to now, he hit the target for the first time.

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Principle number two for a Superior Being: only the distinction between winning more and winning less exists.

The defensive action just now must have been observed, so perhaps this wasn’t Lord Rom’s purpose to settle for the next best option?

Even if the puppet can’t be hit, the opponent can be struck.

Everything comes at a cost; behind some experimental safety improvements often lies massive resource consumption, specifically here, forcing the Tyrant to sacrifice his nimbleness.

Though still timid, Lord Rom seemed to have learned a few things about overt strategies.

Of course, theoretically, one could take a conspiratorial stance, which is to say the puppet is actually not important, merely to exploit the Tyrant’s psychology, leading to this stroke.

It can even mislead the importance of the puppet, killing two birds with one stone.

Unfortunately, it sounds good, but upon careful thought, it’s not very practical.

What if the Tyrant is also reverse exploiting this psychology?

Never was it just for experimental results; it’s simply to entice you to strike one more time, hastening the exhaustion process.

Compared to the scenario of standing undefeated by simply evading, that’s certainly not a good thing.

Those who enjoy scheming often also fear conspiracies the most.

Considering Lord Rom’s current situation, he probably doesn’t have the courage to bet.

Ultimately, it’s the extreme resource pressure mentioned earlier, leaving the other party little room for maneuver.

And based on the above, the validation effect of Lord Rom’s eighth stroke has fairly high credibility; the puppet is indeed very related to this place.

Since that’s the case...

Fu Qian continued to extend his hand, placing the puppet directly on the whale’s back.

Not only that, but his arm morphed, wrapping around in a circle.

The opponent may still find it easy to strike him, but the chances of damaging the puppet are very small.

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Amidst the anticipation, Lord Rom seemingly unwilling to exploit a vulnerable moment still hasn’t made the ninth strike.

Of course, there wouldn’t be any idle feelings like that; this reaction almost indicates one thing, which is that striking the puppet is more important than striking the Tyrant.

Even if it can simultaneously reduce a huge amount of SAN Points, Lord Rom still finds it not worth expending the effort for one more strike.

Indeed, since it keeps dropping continuously, it’s merely a matter of waiting a bit longer.

But with this, the significance of the puppet seems too great.

To the extent that so far, the most knowledgeable Superior Being about this place would go to great lengths to want to destroy it.

Is this truly Lord Fool’s ripple?

Fu Qian looked at the whale seemingly always on the verge of crumbling.

After placing the Fool Idol directly on it, no overly strange phenomena occurred; it’s just that the little tune sounds clearer.

Instead of stirring all around, it’s directly etched into the mind, like the last lament of the apocalypse.

The question arises, why wouldn’t Lord Rom want to hear the song?

Sizzle!

Because standing still, crystal marks finally spread to the body.

Fu Qian watched as his chest gained yet another piece of glass.

[SAN Points decreased by 1]

Alerts were ringing madly; estimating the current condition, SAN Points have successfully dropped to two digits.

Very good, not only has the Instant Death Bar been filled significantly, the Blood Bar has also sustained severe damage.

Fu Qian sighed inwardly; of course, he wouldn’t treat such injury lightly.

On the one hand, the physical sensation is there; on the other, he remarked such crystal marks were already familiar from some place—

The Burial Ground of Gods, on Senior Lilyana’s body.

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Other than being pale and withered resembling a witch, the place on that senior forced to hide with only SAN Points left that impressed Fu Qian the most was the strange color flowing like tears from the eye sockets.

Though previously, he leaned towards attributing their origin to Lord Rainbow of Radiance.

After all, later encountering so many seniors, quite a substantial portion suffered harm from that Ancient Superior Being.

Either directly made into puppets or lured into missteps, exhausting abilities targeting them.

Add to that the colorful glass, which had such an intense déjà vu.

However, now looking at it, maybe blaming Lord Rainbow of Radiance for this aspect is unjustified.

The true Divine Body representing Transcendent Phenomena under the storm erosion is what actualized similar imagery.

And if remembered correctly, the most representative feature of God’s Burial Ground is the storm blowing occasionally.

Is that the reason for Senior Lilyana’s tearful eyes?

Does the storm on the Fool’s whale blow from there?