Judging from the subsequent comments, it even seems to be a bit difficult to judge between good and evil.
At the end of the task evaluation, Fu Qian had already stood firm.
There is no need to commit suicide, but to leave with the task successfully completed, which can be regarded as an unexpected gain.
At least it's worth 1 point of san.
Although the cost of this mission is much more exaggerated than this.
In the final process of reverse tracing, in order to get the best effect, another pseudo-god transformation was used. The consumption in this aspect alone was already 40 points.
Speaking of which, in fact, as long as the agent persists for a few seconds, the result will be very different.
It's a pity that he didn't finish this final act of gritting his teeth.
And it seemed like I could take another bite.
…
Good news, this last strategy proved effective.
After escaping from the mission, the blood loss effect amplified by the nightmare power returned to normal flow after the warehouse was reset.
I can count down a little longer.
The bad news is that as expected, the warehouse has not been able to make up for the blood lost.
I can only count down a little longer.
The worse news is that although the trauma has been healed, the lost "self" has not been restored.
For example, the missing left arm and the blooming skull.
Before paying, I made sure that my skull was not round and I could only see with one eye.
[Name: Copper Fishthorn Hook]
The next moment, One Eye stared at One Arm, stroking the special reward of this trip.
[Type: Ring]
[Effect: Made of brass, an unclean hook whose surface is impregnated with dirt.
The originally simple appearance was distorted and deformed when it was violently torn off. Not only is it no longer beautiful, you have to be careful about being stabbed when wearing it.
After activation, a slow-swimming fish is launched. The creature hit will be transformed into a part of the fish bit by bit starting from the wound.
Because it was once part of the rules, it became even more blasphemous after it was broken.
Can only take effect once every seven days]
[Note: The moment the hook bites, is it the fish that has been deceived or the person who responded to the call? 】
Copper ring fish?
Looking at the special reward in his hand, he recognized it without any effort at all. It was the same model as the fish he ate.
It's even uglier in comparison, because as mentioned in the introduction, wisps of dirt, similar in color to the agent's body, are almost all over the entire ring.
At first glance, it looks like it was fished out of a smelly ditch.
However, this effect is quite interesting. The feeling when it grows on the fish is very impressive.
And the exaggerated one-week cooling time is very cliché no matter how you look at it.
There was no hesitation before paying, and I put it on directly with one hand.
The five fingers were even more gorgeous last time.
Before eating the fish, the rings that had been condensed into flesh and blood were quickly transferred by him, and now they were all gathered in one hand.
In addition, there are a few over-the-top street stalls, which give it a real sense of richness.
After doing this, I checked my whole body again before paying, confirming that there were many scars and missing parts, and finally looked up at the sky again with satisfaction.
There is a lot of bad news, but there is one best news - the connection that was finally clear was not severed because the task was completed.
It's even clearer.
On the one hand, it may be because I have returned to reality, on the other hand, maybe the eyeball thrown away has a beacon effect.
The first time he saw the other side of the stars, Fu Qian knew that it was something like a half-moon.
Ancient, god-level creations are very dangerous.
But there is a good thing. In places like this, the concept of distance in the physical sense is often blurred.
This is very good for the next action, because the time left may not be enough to cover a long journey.
[San value minus 10]
The pseudo-god transformation was activated again, and during the forcibly promoted level, Fu Qian focused all his energy on the connection.
Until darkness and frost and fire once again filled our vision and will.
He took a step.
…
It's really exquisite.
It's so wonderful yet so natural. When I stepped forward, I was already in the midst of flowers.
Flowers beneath the stars.
I have seen countless patterns of laws and regulations in religious groups, vampires, and even evil omens, showing the concept of law in an extremely lush manner.
Every arc and curl is like a perfect work of art created by knowledge and thousands of years of time.
At the same time, they are even a whole.
Even though it seems so complicated, I confirmed this right away before paying.
Nesting, interlocking, and running, it is like a set of exquisite instruments, the embodiment of "perfection".
And what drives this perfection is the leaping frost fire within it.
Witch Nilgoria.
The source of this frost fire is really easy to confirm.
Fu Qian clearly knew that the target of this escort trip was deep in the whirlpool, and the fire was born from her.
Is this being used as firewood...or is it defined as a charcoal fire?
In addition to contacting the identity of the source, you can also experience a certain essence before paying.
The witch is not trapped in a prison, but is defined.
Through its own operation, the law gave her, and even itself, the concept of fuel.
Is this the ultimate display of power of the Law?
Starting a month ago, the reappearance of the stars and laws of the past was driven by the burning of the witch?
And after she realized that she couldn't get rid of this, she left the last gift to the foreign knight, let go of the protected people in the world of the painting, found this place, and finally fell into a deep sleep?
If it is true that the mother's blood was used for painting and the daughter was designated as fuel, this filthy daughter is really not easy to treat.
Of course, I can't sleep for long. I can see that even compared to the mission, the cold frost and fire have dimmed too much.
Her previous judgment was correct, she didn't have much time left.
The only chance for escort is now, although it seems there is no chance.
Every law pattern is the most essential manifestation of the power of law and is indestructible.
What Jacques used to trap himself at that time was just their reflection.
Stab!
While sighing, the coat he had just put on was torn apart by his expanding body again.
The glorious tyrant returns.
Of course, Fu Qian was not optimistic enough to use this to destroy the world.
Boom!
A heavy metal head cage was pulled out of the wound and dropped to the ground.
Then there is a transparent bow...
Broken metal rattle…
Silver-white pistol...
After all the bulky things were removed and his flesh and blood stretched to the limit, Fu Qian stretched out and let go of all the restraints on his body.
The originally broken body was instantly transformed beyond recognition by the splatter of blood and flesh, almost no longer possessing human characteristics, which was in sharp contrast to the law in front of him.
It is indeed a masterpiece of extreme precision, but generally everyone has a common sense, that is, it is best not to let a lawless drunkard enter the place where precision instruments are stored.
The next moment, Fu Qian locked an item in his only remaining left eye that he had never had the chance to use.
In the blink of an eye, this cruel body will enter a god-defying hangover.
Faced with such a situation, among the remaining trump cards, this one seems to be the only one that may have some effect - although it is only possible.
But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?
He blinked before paying.
…
Someone is humming a song.
In the darkness, this was the first message I received before paying.
The second message is that something is following this melody and gently beating my body.
And with the help of this tapping, after finding the organ that can be called an eye, he slowly opened his head facing the direction of the sound.
The humming stopped suddenly.
A pale and charming face stared down at him silently.
And despite the feedback coming from his perception, his current form is not much better than a bug.
However, the owner of this familiar face still carefully held him in his arms as if facing a delicate baby.
The slapping came from the back, and of course it has stopped now.
This time-stuck scene lasted for a long time.
At a certain moment, Fu Qian felt a force coming from behind him, and he actually held his head closer.
The emotionless face also became active, and after making a breast-feeding gesture, he smiled.
