Chapter 1219: Stick Insects in the Night Holy City (25)
Is this God?
While the Indigo Witch had a stress reaction, Fu Qian also sighed in his heart.
Naturally, his body is not a simple expansion, nor is it even the effect of a brilliant tyrant.
Just now, after being promoted to false god, the newly acquired mythical form was activated for the first time.
Facts have proved that it is indeed consistent with the feeling at the time, and some transcendent changes have occurred.
Although the whole body is still covered in yellow clothes, Fu Qian is very sure that the appearance of the body at this moment is no longer the combination of star lines and black areas before.
It became flesh and blood again.
With his burly figure, pale skin, and knotted muscles, his movements seemed to tremble with time and space, and he looked like a giant killer.
Even the body proportions are quite standard.
And Fu Qian was very sure that the appearance, with all the strength in his hair, belonged to the one he was wearing.
That's right, I transformed into "him" completely.
Different from the simple promotion of the pseudo-god's transformation, at this moment, he could clearly feel the essential change.
Sublime, transcendent, one blow can tear apart everything.
The indigo witch and the shop in front of me can no longer put any pressure on me.
Although his body and mind were rapidly consumed by this, he was briefly looking at the other person in this special way.
…
It was indeed a very special experience, but in fact it was not this that made Fu Qian marvel.
As a carbon-based creature with decades of experience, he immediately realized that this flesh-and-blood body was acting abnormally.
Although this body is full of divinity, even its mere outline may traumatize people's minds. It cannot be viewed as a simple creature.
But this is really... so unbiological!
Fu Qian could clearly feel that the structure inside that burly flesh and blood body was completely contrary to common sense.
In the process of merging with the crystallized sun, his body had been alienated into coupled fragments, like various parts inside a machine.
At this moment, it feels like these parts have been taken apart, tempered and strengthened by the fire of life thousands of times, and finally put together according to special rules.
Every movement of the body is produced by their operation - in a completely different way from that of living things.
It felt so weird, like there were more than one gear spinning under the skin of a flesh-and-blood god of death.
And the result of their coordination and operation is still a divine body without any sense of disobedience.
So far, this is probably the most interesting thing I have encountered!
I commented silently in my mind before paying.
Compared to the results of the operation, the process of operation made him feel more divine.
He has reason to believe that just witnessing this internal structure beyond imagination is enough to drive an extraordinary person who is not mentally strong enough to go crazy.
Is this a false god?
Fu Qian didn't think that the scene in front of him was just a coincidence with his broken mythical form at that time.
In his current state, he seems to have completely transformed into an ancient god, but in fact, he seems to have made a one-to-one replica of his original form.
All materials come from the mythical form that has been disassembled, just like mechanical parts.
And there is a perfect divine skin on the outside that no one can see through.
Mechanical ancient gods? A little too evil!
Of course, the most important thing is that he, an alternative god, can still hold power.
…
At this moment, Fu Qian was watching everything around him from an unprecedented perspective.
This perspective isn't even abstract.
Those are orange eyes without pupils, appearing in various places, overlapping in a special way.
It was as if some ancient creature was gazing outwards. The blurry, mostly slightly opened eyeballs were filled with endless ominousness.
Before paying, he knew immediately that they were the "disasters" he had inflicted on Mr. Henry, triggering his violent reaction.
As the ancient gods truly incarnate, they become surprisingly concrete and omnipresent.
As long as you concentrate your will on anything, your blurry eyes will gradually become clear on it.
It's not even limited to living things.
This is why in this not-too-busy place, eyeballs can be piled on top of each other.
From a person, to a tree, even a table, a window, and even the house they form, all have their own corresponding eyes.
These concepts inevitably overlap, but there is no conflict with each other.
In other words, you can define the surrounding things from different perspectives and bestow disasters on them respectively.
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Even the concept of disaster itself is far from euphemistic and obscure.
In his short career, Fu Qian has encountered more than one character whose abilities are related to fate, claiming to control luck and even grant misfortune to others.
But compared to their overly euphemistic implementation form, which is similar to "potential", this disaster authority is much simpler and purer.
The most direct destruction and apoptosis.
Mr. Henry's damage doubled at that time. It was not the result of his lack of proficiency just after taking control of the power.
At this time, for every eye in his field of vision, Fu Qian clearly knew that the extent to which it opened would determine the extent to which the damage would be magnified.
Just like Henry, any damage to the target they are looking at will be magnified for no reason and accelerate apoptosis.
Even if no damage is suffered in the process, disaster can break out directly at any time as long as one wishes, automatically choosing the most appropriate method.
The feeling of being filled with natural disasters.
As the source of disaster, the opening and closing of the eyes completely obeys one's own will.
Fu Qian looked up at the Indigo Witch.
Including this guy.
Although it was just a projection, an eye was also flashing above the fortune teller's head at this moment.
The only difference is that even with its own drive, its opening speed is obviously slower.
Compared with Mr. Henry, his rank is still a bit high.
“It’s amazing!”
Following his actions, the Indigo Witch sighed in astonishment.
This is the first time she has expressed such intense emotions since her appearance. Of course, it’s hard to say how much of it is performance.
"I thought what you did to Henry was the limit, but I didn't expect it to reach this level!"
"For a moment, I almost had the illusion of meeting an old acquaintance."
"It's like a tyrant who has fallen long ago and stands in front of me again."
"There is such a gift, you have gained so many benefits!"
Hmm...tyrant?
A certain simple name in the Indigo Witch's words successfully aroused a sense of enlightenment in Fu Qian's ears.
No wonder, I just said where did that sense of familiarity come from when I was picking out clothes.
This chapter has been completed!