Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 1400 - 1398: Calamity Strikes (13)

Chapter 1400: Chapter 1398: Calamity Strikes (13)

A bit curious about what just exploded in Brother Tyler’s head.

Although it was just a test within the realm of free, the strange scene in the palm showed something quite ominous.

The corridor’s erosion of itself is far more than just a worm arm.

Not only have abilities been sealed, but my current existence is almost like some kind of spokesperson.

The difficulty of leaving a mark, as mentioned by Brother Interlocutor, is one thing, but it seems that even if forced to leave one, it’s likely to be a trace of the “worm.”

It’s not surprising; the first encounter with Brother Interlocutor indicated in the task summary that the Nightmare was a channel for higher beings to descend, the worms and offspring were also evident back then.

Thus, the situation is undoubtedly more critical now.

Aside from an absolutely not innocent interlocutor watching and ready to snatch the fruits of victory anytime.

The one who has always appeared as the concept of “worm” looks to be the true Evil God character in the Nightmare, adding another segment to this food chain.

Tyler is the tool to descend into reality and break the barrier, and then I am a tool of “Him.”

Even in the Nightmare, the transcendent effects replicated by high control are completely imbued with the essence of the “worm.”

Even if this could truly cause pollution and leave a mark on the dreamers, success in penetrating the barrier likely won’t be me.

But besides this alternative power, I don’t seem to have other means of pollution.

This situation is similar to Brother Interlocutor’s self-introduced Divine Corrosion ability years ago.

…

“Unreasonable!”

The Nightmare’s atmosphere now is equally severe.

Fangs, sharp claws, bat wings—all showing the characteristics of the Bloodline Clan, Tyler is now revealing these without reservation, filled with murderous intent.

The Gulad Family clearly won’t fall easily to the opponent—nor will they attack recklessly.

Despite the series of bizarre actions by the opponent, Tyler’s aura remains fully open but has yet to directly leap forward.

“Heh… Tyler Gulad…”

And at his calling, the Grand Fate Ming Emperor finally lifts his gaze from his hands.

“Very good, but it’s too late.”

Within a breath, the Grand Fate Ming Emperor returns to his swindler state.

“On that day, the Gulad Family was devoured by great darkness, even Annalise couldn’t prevent it…”

“And everything is just the beginning, the darkness in Shangjing is still growing, expanding, and will eventually descend from the sky…”

Amidst solemn declarations, the emblem on the mask grows increasingly vivid and crimson.

“All you can do is submit, submit to this Power of Calamity…”

“What’s it about that day—Ember?”

And under this revelation, even dim-witted as Tyler, at a certain point, he flashes with sudden brilliance, completely enlightened.

“His death was a conspiracy, a conspiracy against the Gulad!”

Th𝚤𝓈 𝕔hαp𝓉ɛr 𝕀𝗌 p◎𝘴†𝕖ḍ b𝘺 𝘒𝘪𝕥𝗲𝓃𝕠ⱴ𝖾𝓁

“Heh heh… The means are not important as long as that future can come!”

No denial of this conjecture, Fu Qian even emits a classically villainous laugh.

“Even the Gulad isn’t important.”

While speaking, he places a hand on his face and slowly removes the mask.

…

…You…

In that moment, even prepared mentally as Tyler was, he is still shocked.

Indeed Jiang En, that point is absolutely correct.

But that once young and sharp face is now rough as sandpaper.

Not only are there black and yellow keratin spots scattered upon it, but even resembling insect skin pulsating continuously.

“Everyone will feel this enlightenment, finding their place on the chain of Transcendence…”

And the fanatical declaration continues.

“Then you will truly realize how ridiculous the Bloodline Clan’s so-called pride is, how crude their supposed elegance is.”

“… You’re nothing but a madman unwilling to face defeat.”

Clearly unable to bear criticism, Tyler is now gnashing his teeth.

“Great existence… You underestimate the Bloodline Clan. I can assure you, you’ll never wait for that so-called day when darkness descends!”

“Is that so?”

Tyler’s imaginative ability runs wild, under suggestion he not only doesn’t doubt the authenticity of the face, but seamlessly connects many plot lines, even contemplates the psychological journey of North’s Jiangen’ fall.

In this scenario, Fu Qian readily adds fuel to it.

“Then what day is it now?”

…

Upon hearing this, Tyler is momentarily stunned, then suddenly looks around, causing the entire time and space to seem to sway and collapse.

Damn it!

Not even waiting for him to speak, Fu Qian seems to hear the roar of anger in his consciousness.

“This…”

In the end, Tyler does not say more.

With an unbelievable gaze, he looks back at Fu Qian, while the illusory eyes symbolizing the dream state shatter dramatically.

“Won’t you sit for a while?”

With business partners returning, Fu Qian is not disappointed but simply looks at the empty space in front of him, continuing to ask.

It’s definitely not that the victim on the bed behind has woken; that one clearly remains deeply intoxicated.

As the esteemed Grand Fate Ming Emperor, conversing with scholars while maintaining extensive networks is crucial.

Although Brother Tyler has departed, isn’t there still the God Eroder?

This is one of the purposes of keeping the current dream scene when the dreamer has awakened.

“Your thoughts… are utterly absurd!”

The facts prove the Grand Fate Ming Emperor still retains some face.

Only in the quiet air of soft snores from the back, Fu Qian patiently waits merely half a minute before the door previously closed by Tyler swings open again, revealing an oddly armored figure.

“Brother Interlocutor seems to have some opinions on my earlier actions?”

Without showing surprise, Fu Qian gestures to sit without concern, nodding in inquiry.

“Even I must admit you did very well earlier, but why ask him that kind of question?”

Such enthusiastic interlocutor does not decline, while he doesn’t truly sit, he walks forward expressing discontent repeatedly.

“Letting a dreamer consider the point in time they are in; anyone knows this easily awakens them. Why destroy the previous efforts yourself?”

“Ha ha, Brother Interlocutor indeed has a warm heart under a cold face! Your mouth says it’s hopeless, yet you truly care about an old friend’s situation; I’m truly relieved.”

However, in the face of such not overly polite questions, Fu Qian laughs heartily.

“… Because he noticed I was nearby? Rather poke through than let me take advantage?”

Unfortunately, the interlocutor clearly doesn’t appreciate it, responding coldly with his judgment.

“Otherwise, with your control over the dream, you could forcibly keep someone if you wished; don’t tell me you can’t perceive that?”

“That’s truly a misunderstanding of me.”

Finally, Fu Qian’s smile slightly fades, he gazes at the interlocutor and sighs deeply.

“Moreover, are you sure keeping him in the end has any significance?”