Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 1399 - 1397 Calamity Strikes (12)

Chapter 1399: Chapter 1397 Calamity Strikes (12)

Although Brother Tyler’s thought process becomes increasingly liberated in a dream state, making him easier to guide.

But a dignified Evil God, how could it be so bored as to resort to such lowly extortion?

The reason for choosing the Abyssal Chronicle is precisely because Tyler can’t produce the Abyssal Chronicle.

From start to finish, the purpose of Fu Qian’s actions has been almost singular—maximally efficient dream control and testing reactions during this process.

To achieve this, one already proven effective means is to make the dreamer abandon their original dream intention.

When he discovers more and more “truths,” those casting these truths for him silently take the form of the Evil God desecrating the dream.

And where he is will become a nightmare no longer fully controlled by him.

Considering this business partner, the Nightmare Notes is something he’s most familiar with.

After confirming Tyler’s dream theme this time, Fu Qian decisively chose to use it for manipulation.

The most substantial conspiracy theory, and in the process, gradually seizing the main control.

At this moment, in Brother Tyler’s mind, Shangjing should be shrouded in layers of dark clouds.

And after much effort, just now, Fu Qian realized his control has reached a new height—even if the original owner leaves, he can still sustain its existence.

Given this, he decisively began the next step of testing, which is to corrupt the dreamer, leaving a mark.

…

As a scavenger practicing for several months, Fu Qian has seen quite a few various evil existences.

And their methods of pollution are undoubtedly varied and impressive.

The problem was, after a moment of recollection, Fu Qian quickly realized that few of the methods left by predecessors are truly emulable by himself.

Simply put, under the deep corrosion of the corridor, he now retains only his ranking, and in terms of physique, he is just an ordinary person.

The simplest mythical forms that could bring pollution cannot be activated.

The remaining two items and two skills seem to have little correlation to his “mark.”

It’s impossible to just introduce oneself and expect people to pray to the Grand Fate Ming Emperor three times a day.

If that works, being an Evil God is too easy.

In short, at a glance, unless the Eternal Clarity Mind can resist erosion to some extent, or the Headcage isolation brings changes, he has almost no room to play.

Even so, Fu Qian didn’t immediately try.

On the one hand, Fu Qian was skeptical about their effectiveness at this moment.

The warehouse clearly stated that these items and abilities are retained because they are nightmare-related.

In a situation similar to returning to the source of power, it’s hard to say how effective they will be or if there will be any positive effect.

On the other hand, they are among his few supports, usable only once in a short period.

Before gaining more grasp of the current situation, Fu Qian had no plans to waste the opportunity on blind testing.

The reason for not mentioning the Return Edict is that he had secretly activated it once while observing the victim on the bed—there was no change.

Fu Qian was very sure that the negative effects on the body were not alleviated at all.

As for the Extreme Hunger Infection, although it carries the word “infection,” the target clearly refers to himself, and it’s obviously not something to hastily use recklessly.

Ultimately, under such circumstances, Fu Qian first chose to demonstrate something fundamentally related to himself, which could even be genuinely called a mark—the Abandonment King’s emblem.

As mentioned before, this simple emblem can be called an abstraction of his authority.

If it’s just about bringing memory into reality, it seems much more meaningful than a name.

Given Fu Qian’s current dream control, changing the mask’s pattern to this was not difficult at all.

“What is this? What do you want to do?”

And obviously, although there’s no seepage of Power of Calamity or similar, facing this change, coupled with the atmosphere Fu Qian had created, Tyler was still somewhat mentally impacted.

“Calamity in control, life and death bestowed at will…”

With such a good atmosphere, how could Fu Qian waste it? He immediately reiterated the sacred name related to the Abandonment King in a sublime and ethereal manner.

“The soul withers because of you, the body is granted eternal peace.”

“I don’t understand… Is that the powerful being behind you?”

And clearly, Tyler is quite unfamiliar with either this or the emblem.

“It seems your family, though ancient, hasn’t taught you enough.”

Breaking away from the saintly tone in an instant, Fu Qian let out a series of calm laughs.

Yet this situation evoked more chilling unease than any other emotionally intense expression.

“But you’re lucky because I can teach you some things on their behalf.”

The next moment, Fu Qian raised his right hand, pointing a gun distantly at Tyler’s forehead.

…

“Where did you get something like this?”

Clearly, this change brought significant discomfort to Tyler.

But his Bloodline Clan pride wouldn’t allow him to flinch merely because of such action, so he stayed fully alert and questioned.

“Where did I get it from… good question.”

In response to his surprise, Fu Qian simply praised in a flat tone.

The gun was naturally conjured with his dream control; now, he could do far more than just change skins.

Of course, Fu Qian didn’t plan to use this nightmare weapon to try blowing up Tyler’s head, as that held no meaning.

What needs to be done now is pollution.

And just a moment ago, when realizing he could easily manifest a weapon, Fu Qian quickly thought of another point—could he, by this method, recreate the Abandonment King’s authority?

Click!

The trigger clicked lightly, but no fire emerged; it was clearly an empty gun.

“I can only say, I completely cannot comprehend your actions—”

A relieved Tyler’s comment was cut off halfway by a strange noise.

The body that had slightly dodged due to the shooting actually twitched directly.

His facial features contorted, and his scarlet, flickering eyes bulged as if someone had detonated a grenade inside.

Could it really be done?

And while Tyler could no longer care for grace, staggering to one side, holding on, Fu Qian was equally taken aback.

Indeed, it was a sudden whim to try exploding a scenario of calamity at the target while shooting an empty gun, cooperating with the emblem to conjure an Abandonment King.

However, this overly optimistic expectation seemed overly smoothly realized—

Vaguely aware of something, Fu Qian immediately turned his direction, aiming the gun at his palm, then his right hand suddenly expanded, turning into a giant claw.

This was a flesh transformation easily performed when the power was not lost, something even Tyler had witnessed.

Th𝚒𝓈 𝖼h𝗮p†ɛr 𝖎𝐬 pο𝕤𝖙𝘦𝙙 b𝑦 𝖪𝐢𝕥𝖾𝑛𝑜ѵꬲḷ

At this moment, with the dream control, this change reappeared, but…

Bang!

This time it was a real gunshot, with the giant claw manipulating and sending bullets from the gun against his palm.

Amidst an incredibly powerful impact, the skin and flesh were torn into a pit, nearly penetrating through.

Ignoring the intense pain, Fu Qian casually threw away the gun, carefully examining the wound.

Within the torn flesh, dense tiny worms crawled.

…

The corrosion from the corridor indeed wasn’t so simple.

Even with such high control over the dream, he could easily manifest a transcendent state, but relying on this to impose pollution seems unfeasible.

It appears that the essence of these illusions is firmly rooted in the power of the corridor.